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Finding Solace
I never imagined that a simple phone call could make my heart race faster than any high-speed chase. It was just another day at work, until my phone buzzed with YN's name flashing on the screen. Panic immediately set in as I answered, my voice laced with concern.
"YNN? What's wrong?" I asked, my mind already conjuring up worst-case scenarios.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, struggling to form coherent words. "Marty, I-I'm having an anxiety attack. I can't breathe, and everything feels so overwhelming."
My heart sank, and all I could think about was getting home to her. YN had become my beacon of light, my safe haven in this unpredictable world. Without a moment's hesitation, I assured her, "Stay on the line, babe. I'm coming home right now."
Every second felt like an eternity as I raced through the busy streets, my mind clouded with worry. The sight of our house came into view, and I rushed inside, calling out her name. Panic gripped me when all I heard was silence.
I found her in the middle of the kitchen floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were filled with fear, and my heart ached at the sight. Kneeling down beside her, I gently took her trembling hands in mine, my touch grounding her in reality.
"Hey, YNN," I whispered softly, my voice filled with reassurance. "I'm here now. You're not alone."
Her eyes locked with mine, desperately searching for comfort. In that moment, I realized the immense weight of responsibility that rested upon my shoulders. I had to be her anchor, her rock when life's storm threatened to engulf her.
"Hear my heart?" I asked, my voice steady yet filled with unwavering affection. "Just focus on that. Let the rhythm of my heartbeat guide you back to calm."
With each beat, I hoped to drown out the chaos that plagued her mind. I held her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace, and slowly her breathing began to steady. Her body relaxed against mine, and I could feel the tension dissipating.
Time seemed to stand still as we sat there, connected by an unspoken bond. In that moment of vulnerability, we found solace in each other's arms. Love had a way of healing even the deepest wounds, and I vowed to always be there for her, to be her guiding light through the darkest of nights.
As her trembling subsided and her breathing returned to normal, YN looked up at me with gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Marty," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "You always know how to calm the storm within me."
I brushed a gentle kiss against her forehead, my heart overflowing with love. "I'll always be here for you, YN. Through thick and thin, no matter what. Together, we can weather any storm."
As we sat there, lost in our own world of solace, the sound of approaching sirens shattered the tranquility. Startled, YN and I looked at each other, realizing that we were no longer alone. I gently squeezed her hand, silently assuring her that everything would be okay.
Within moments, the front door burst open, revealing the concerned faces of my teammates, Callen, Sam, and Kensi. Their eyes darted between YN and me, their expressions a mixture of relief and curiosity.
"What happened, Deeks? Why did you rush out of here like the building was on fire?" Callen asked, his voice laced with worry.
Sam's stern gaze softened as he took in the scene before him. "Is YN okay?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.
Kensi, ever the intuitive one, observed the aftermath of YN's anxiety attack and offered a comforting smile. "Hey, YNN. Are you feeling better now?"
YN nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you all for coming. I... I just needed Marty."
Understanding crossed their faces as they exchanged glances, realizing the depth of our connection. They knew how much YN meant to me and how fiercely I would protect her. Without a word, they closed ranks around us, forming a united front of support.
Callen placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Deeks, we're a team, on and off the field. We're here for you, always."
Sam nodded, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty. "We've got your back, brother. Whatever you and YN need, just say the word."
Kensi's eyes sparkled with compassion as she spoke. "YN, you're part of our family now. We're here to support you just as much as we're here for Marty."
A wave of gratitude washed over me, knowing that I had the unwavering support of my teammates, my family. In that moment, I realized that no matter what challenges we faced, we would face them together.
YN's grip on my hand tightened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, all of you. Your presence means more than words can express."
As we sat together, the weight of the world seemed to lift from our shoulders. We were surrounded by a circle of trust, a haven where vulnerability was met with understanding and love. In the midst of chaos, we found strength in each other, our bonds forged through shared experiences and unwavering loyalty.
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Can I?
@me-writes-prompts
“Can I…may I hug you?” They ask softly, when you’re done ranting about an exhausting day you had. (🥺❤️🩹) - Marty Deeks x reader
You hobbled into the waiting room of the restaurant, dressed in a beautiful lilac knee length dress that just made it acceptable for the scale of the place that your boyfriend of three months had picked for the date. However, you were ranting, your heel had broken on the way up the stairs, your favourite pair and after an already exhausting day at work where nothing had seemed to go your way.
“Y/N?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice call and you turn towards him, a small smile crossing your features, seeing him in his suit made you swoon, he looked so handsome. You and Marty had been dating for three months, your feelings for him however had been apparent from first meeting when you had started working out at the same gym, you’d become fast friends and so the transition between friends to lovers had been both easy and hard for you to both deal with.
“Hi Marty” you breath out as you hobble towards him and he immediately places a hand on your shoulder
“Can I… May I hug you?” he asks, and you can’t help but smile wider at his nervousness, knowing that he was uncertain as to how you would react given your mood.
“Of course you can Marty” you say and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“What happened my sweet girl?” he asks and you look up into his deep blue eyes
“A lot of stuff at work that I really wish to forget about right now, and my heel broke as I was making my way up the stairs” you whine, a pout on his lips
“Oh sweet girl. We still have five minutes until our reservation is ready, I can rush down to my car and grab the flats that you left in there after our last date?” he suggests and you raise an eyebrow
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother?”
“Your not a bother my sweet girl. Besides what type of boyfriend would I be if I made you walk around in a broken heel for the rest of the evening. I’ll be back soon” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek before quickly rushing out the door and out to his car.
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Do you think Kensi and Deeks made up different stories for how they got together in the early days of their relationship?
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Realtor: So, Kensi and Martin, how did you two meet?
Kensi: Well, De—Marty walked into my gallery one day and I guess you could say it was love at first sight.
Deeks: And now I get annual passes to the museum. Who’s your favorite artist again, babe?
Kensi: You know what, enough about us. This place is beautiful!
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Waitress: Well, aren’t you two cute! You know, you make me think of me and my hubby. We met right here at this diner.
Deeks: Oh really? We met at the beach, actually. A surfing championship. *Deeks grins and points at Kensi* She was one of my groupies.
Kensi, from between her teeth: He’s joking. Babe, you can’t keep telling people that.
Waitress: Oh, it’s ok, honey. With a looker like this, I can understand.
Kensi, as she walks away: I can’t believe you said that!
Deeks: Hey, you said the next time could be my time to pick.
***
An annoying woman at a wedding reception: So, Kensi and—is it Marty?
Deeks: Yes. But you can call me Deeks if you want.
Woman: Right. I’ve just been trying to figure out you two. You’re just so…different. I mean, Kensi’s tall and beautiful and Marty you’re…unique.
Kensi, fire in her eyes: What do you mean by unique?
Deeks: Kens—
Woman, waving her hand: Oh, just the hair is a little, I don’t know, long and most men either are clean shaven or commit to a beard. I guess it must be an LA thing.
Kensi: I guess that’s why he made the perfect model back in his 20s.
Woman: Excuse me?
Kensi: Oh, I thought you knew. Deeks inspired an entire look the summer of 2005. I saw him a few years later at a show, took one look at that beautiful face, and got a pass backstage. The rest is history.
Deeks: Well, that’s enough about me. I could use another drink, how about you?
Kensi: Sure!
Deeks, as they leave behind the stunned woman: You know, you didn’t have to do that.
Kensi: I know, but it was fun. Besides, I think you could totally rock a runway with the right theme. And I’ll bet you my knew knife she’ll be asking for your number by the end of the night.
Deeks: Aw, that’s sweet. And slightly weird. Only one problem though.
Kensi: What?
Deeks: Now Eric’s going to have to design a photo shoot for me.
#ncis la#densi#marty deeks#kensi blye#I don’t know what this is as usual#Densi being Densi#I always imagine they enjoy creating mild mischief
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They’re the best and I love them (NCIS)
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He Plays the Violin
If someone had told 20 year old Marty Deeks that one day he would be sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, watching a rebroadcast of a symphony, he would have scoffed. Yet here he sat, happily doing just that. It had taken a little coaxing to convince Kensi, but now she seemed enthralled by the performance.
During a particularly lively version of Rhapsody in Blue, Kensi nudged his shoulder with her elbow. “You know, something you’ve never shown me—?”
“Can’t be much at this point,” Deeks interrupted, speaking over the music. “I’m pretty sure I’ve shown you everything I’ve got.” He winked at Kensi, just in case she didn’t get the innuendo.
“Yes, it’s very impressive,” Kensi said, pausing to give him a once over. “That’s not what I’m talking about though. It’s something more skill-based.”
“Oh, I’ve got all kinds of skills.” Deeks grinned at Kensi’s groan.
“Deeks, stop it.”
Shifting to face her, he adopted a serious expression. “Sorry, go on.”
Inhaling shallowing, Kensi pressed her palms together. He couldn’t imagine what was about to say.
“Remember when you mentioned taking violin lessons?” she asked.
“Yeeees. Why?”
“Well, this concert reminded me that you’ve never played for me.”
“Kensi—”
“Baby, please?”
“I’m not that good,” Deeks protested, even as Kensi looked at him pleadingly. “I haven’t had a lesson in years.”
“But you’ve played since then, right?”
“Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly. Smoothing her hand up through his hair, Kensi cupped one of his cheeks.
“Hey, I won’t push it anymore if you really don’t want to, but I would really love to hear you play,” she said, which was remarkably convincing.
“Fine.” Sighing, Deeks pushed himself off the couch, heading for his bedroom. He felt Kensi’s eyes on him the entire way.
Even though he didn’t play regularly, he still kept his violin in good condition and stored it along with some other fragile items in his closet. When he came out a few minutes later with the violin tucked under his arm and the bow in his other hand, Kensi sat up, clapping her hands together in delight.
Deeks gave her a wry look, tucking a leg under him as he sat down. He plucked a couple strings, lowering his head in concentration. He spent a several minutes tuning the strings, adjusting the little knobs on either side. When he was reasonably satisfied with the sound, he turned to face Kensi again, and found her watching him.
“To reiterate, it’s been a few years since I even touched this, so listen at your own risk,” he warned Kensi one final time, tucking the violin under his chin, and bringing the bow up.
He chose a piece he’d taught himself in high school. The first few drags of the bow across the strings were a little rough, but he quickly fell into the rhythm, relaxing as motor memory took over. He closed his eyes, leaning into the emotion of the music, letting certain notes swell while other were softer and more subtle.
He played the final note, drawing the bow back slowly to end, and opened his eyes again. Kensi stared back at him, her lips slightly parted, her expression stunned.
“Sorry, guess I got a little caught up in the music,” he said, feeling oddly embarrassed. “My teacher always complained about that. Didn’t remember the audience.”
“No, Deeks, that was—that was beautiful,” Kensi quickly assured him. “I’ve never heard that song before.”
“It’s called “Ashokan Farewell”.
“It’s beautiful.” She leaned forward suddenly, cupping his face as she kissed him fervently. Deeks moved the violin out of crushing range. When Kensi pulled back, there was a fiery gleam in her eyes. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she told him, fingers slowly, but sure,y moving down his chest.
“Yeah, Mrs. Kayler definitely never said that,” he joked, a little breathless with Kensi’s unexpected response.
Sliding off the couch, Kensi took his hand, tugging him with her. Deeks started to set the violin to the side, but she shook her head.
“No, bring it with,” she said, guiding him back towards his bedroom.
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A/N: “Ashokan Farewell” is a piece written by Jay Ungar and featured in several of Ken Burns’ documentaries.
Title taken from the song of the same name from the musical “1776”.
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BTHB: Make an Example of Them
BTHB: Make an Example of Them
NCIS: Los Angeles
@badthingshappenbingo
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A/N: This takes place during episodes 12x07 "Overdue" through 12x09 "A Fait Accompli."
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December 2020- Brunswick, Georgia
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Ex- NCIS Supervisory Special Agent and FLETC Trainer Benjamin Lowe pulls off his glasses in disbelief at the cadet file that sits at the top of the pile on his desk. He briefly rubs his eyes as he sits at the mahogany desk in his study, hoping that the name of the cadet and more importantly, that the operations manager and office of origin listed is either a mistake or his imagination.
Applicant Office: NCIS- Southwest: Office of Special Projects, Los Angeles
Operations Manager: Admiral Hollace Kilbride/ Henrietta Lange:
Applicant Name: Deeks, Martin Atticus
What in the absolute hell? One of Hetty’s little pet projects got into FLETC?
Lowe leans back in the chair and pulls the file into his lap. Henrietta Lange is a name he hasn’t heard a lot since retiring from NCIS and opting to teach at FLETC. He’s found it to be a gift, not having to deal with the woman who’d damn near got him killed in 1998 during an investigation in Djibouti and interrupted four of his investigations during the last fourteen years with her little team back in Los Angeles.
And that little pet project- the motor mouth had rambled incessantly during every bloody investigation. When Lowe opens the file and sees the blue eyes, the cocky smirk and the messy blonde hair of Marty Deeks, he remembers his eye twitching during the last investigation while thinking- someone needs to chop off your damn hair.
Lowe’s eyes flicker over to the man’s age and he’s immediately tempted to break open the twenty-six year old scotch sitting in his bookshelf at the obvious gap between the cut off age and Deeks’ age.
“What kind of strings did that little psychopath pull to get you in?” Lowe mutters as he scans the recommendations from LAPD and various members of the Navy, Marines and even Interpol. “Blackmail? Money? Because my God- I’m not wasting time on-”
Reason for termination- Liaison position cut; budget cuts at LAPD
A small smile grows on Lowe’s face at the line at the bottom of the first page. “You sound like a desperate man in need of a job, Detective.”
He flips the page and scans the first two paragraphs of the interview that had taken place a week prior. Nothing stands out at him- nothing screams out at him to give him answers to the question he needs.
How did you get into FLETC- no, how did Henrietta get you in?
Lowe glances over to the remaining pages in the file and decides to shut the case and exhale. He replays the last time he’d crossed paths with Henrietta and her merry band of agents.
“You screwed me, Lange. This is my-”
“Walk it off, Lowe. This investigation is mine."
He huffs in frustration again and makes his decision- Alright, Marty Deeks. You are going to be the shining example of what a FLETC and more importantly, a federal agent shouldn't ever look like.
Lowe glances back over to the scotch and sighs, thinking- And I’m going to make sure everyone knows that everything and everyone Hetty touches is poison.
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Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, Glynco- Brunswick, Georgia- January 2021
"So you're doing Advanced Interviewing? Cool, cool, cool- look, Deeks- there's something you need to know."
Fatima's warning, coming in the form of a nervous, rambling phone call, brings just fabulous news.
Marty Deeks winces as he gingerly walks behind a group of cadets walking to classroom 226. He inhales and exhales every few steps as he fights off the pain from his sprained ribs and shoulder strain from an overzealous cadet during sparring.
And now, Deeks thinks as he pauses in front of the classroom, I'm about to be taught by someone who hates me and Hetty. Great.
Deeks pushes the classroom door open and finds the room to have four rows of three desks each, all facing a broad shouldered older man writing something on the board. Deeks slides into the closest available seat in the back row.
“Sit down,” Lowe grumbles. He continues to write out the full class name- Advanced Interviewing for Law Enforcement Investigators- on the board as he continues, “I only have you lot for five days and there is a hell of a lot to cover.”
And hopefully you don’t spend half of that picking on me, Deeks thinks. He quickly glances over to the other cadets, recognizing the arrogant ex- soldier mirroring Sam in his early days, the ex- FBI agent going through retraining and two cadets that could be twins scattered around in random desks throughout the room.
“So, let’s begin,” Lowe states. He steps towards the first row of desks and he begins to scan the group of students. “You all already have the basics for interviewing victims, witnesses and suspects but now we’re going to refine it with more techniques, more opportunities to practice those techniques and-”
Lowe stops just as his eyes fall on Deeks. The ex-detective looks down to his desk and waits for the impending comment.
Briefly, after a few seconds pass, he has hope that Lowe will be professional.
But of course, Lowe doesn’t.
“But before we start,” Lowe says with a grin. He walks around the furthest corner desk and towards Deeks. “We have a unique case as a cadet here. A police detective who got in over the age limit."
Goddamn it, Deeks thinks. He sneaks a glance over to another cadet- Jameson or Johnson if he can remember correctly- who eyes him suspiciously. Lowe stops in front of Deeks’ desk and smiles down at him as if looking at a child. “Ladies and gentleman, I’ve worked with this man and he thinks everything is a goddamn joke.”
“Knew something was off,” the ex-soldier mutters under his breath.
Deeks shakes his head and looks back up to Lowe. “It was a pleasure each time,” he replies through gritted teeth.
“There’s that sense of humor,” Lowe counters and turns on his feet. “So let’s start this class with you all learning on what not to do when interviewing. Learn from someone who shouldn’t be here, by any means.”
“And how is that…..sir?”
Lowe pulls out a chair from an empty desk and turns it towards the class. “By answering a few questions. Sharing your own experience as a ‘liason’. Let’s go.”
This can’t be a thing, can it? Deeks wonders as he rises to his feet and starts walking up to Lowe, feeling every pair of eyes on him. It’s a stark reminder- a flashback- of his sixth grade teacher who had paraded him up to the front of the class to try to catch him for not paying attention.
He had been paying attention and easily vindicated.
Or the time a Lieutenant Compton had paraded him in front of officers on his first day in the undercover unit as an example of ‘lawyer turned cop wannabe’.
“Take a seat, superstar,” Lowe orders. He leans against his desk with crossed arms as Deeks sits in the chair. He opts to look straight ahead instead of on the crowd or Lowe.
He wants me to look uncomfortable. He wants to feed off of the power.
“I’ve crossed paths with you four times, Detective-” Lowe states, “and every single time, you've seen to take things as a goddamn joke. Every time . And that proves that you've skated through this job without a scratch."
He’s underestimating me. Just like so many others have. Deeks shifts in his seat but keeps his eyes glued on the door. "I disagree…sir."
"Really now?" Lowe challenges. He kneels on Deeks' left side and scoffs, "What's the worst thing you've seen on the job?"
Deeks can’t tell what shocks him more- the unprofessionalism or the questions in itself. Even in the sessions with Nate and the NCIS psychologist Kilbride had required the team to go to a few months after his arrival, no’s ever asked that question.
So Deeks opts for the only thing he can think of. “No.”
"Excuse me?"
“I’m not- I can’t answer that,” Deeks replies, “Your question is leading. Law enforcement officers are usually asked questions like that in therapy or intimate moments. My instinct with a question like that is to recall cases that were traumatic to me physically and or emotionally. So-"
"You got here on special treatment, " Lowe sneers. "What could possibly qualify-”
"You haven’t- Fine." Deeks leans forward and cups his hands together. "You need a cognitive restatement when doing a cognitive interview- think back to such and such and tell me what you hear, see, feel. I have to pick a case first."
In the corner of his eye, he can see a few of the cadets exchange looks. "Do you want something from the years of me going undercover in the LAPD, knowing that no one cared if I lived or died? I could recall the time where after being beaten for hours, my Lieutenant threw me an ice pack and threw me on another case right after? I did that for years- it'd take me a minute to pinpoint one."
Lowe holds out a hand to stop him but the ex- detective continues, as if on autopilot. He's numb as he continues to recall every traumatic moment that comes to mind. “I could do the times I’ve gone overseas to places like Syria and Iraq and put my life on the line to protect this country?"
Behind him, Lowe mutters, "You didn't- You never-"
Deeks feels himself shaking with anger but can’t bring himself to move. Instead, he takes a breath and says as calmly as possible, “I could recall the injuries myself and my team have experienced- the helicopter that nearly killed my wife and took her leg, the TBI I had from a rocket blowing us up in Mexico?”
Deeks drops his shoulders and finally looks back to Lowe. “Or do you want to hear the time when someone took me, tied me down and drilled in my mouth! Because if you want a memory to start the conversation, I could focus on the sound of the drill or the feel of blood drying on my mouth and my neck from sitting in a room for hours after!”
“Jesus,” a cadet in the front mutters under his breath. It pulls Deeks back into reality and he lets out a shaky breath. “Most importantly, in cognitive interviewing, you do not overwhelm the person you are interviewing as it will cloud the rapport and their recall. So am I done?”
After a few moments of silence, Deeks looks up to see Lowe staring him down blankly. He’s pale and unnerved as he takes a few steps back from Deeks and rubs his chin.
“Fine. All of you can go. That’s it for the day.” Lowe mutters. He waves off and turns his away and Deeks doesn’t take another second before calmly rising from his chair and walking back towards the door. He’s the first one out of the room and takes an immediate beeline towards the closest empty classroom.
Shutting the door behind him, Deeks puts his hands on his knees and mutters, “What the hell was that?”
He slides down to the ground and feels his body continue to shake. What the hell just happened? What did I just do?
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Olé, Olé, Olé
A/N: Haven’t been on the baby train for awhile and I’m not completely yet but here’s a little something.
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“Well, that's officially it. Done with all law enforcement entities.” Placing the guns back in their rightful places, Deeks can feel his heart rate speed up a bit. It’s the feeling he fully expected when they decided to call it quits, full-on euphoria. And it’s absolutely amazing.
“It’s kinda weird. I thought I’d be more sad.”
He pulls the gate shut and turns around meeting his now former partner’s eyes. “You do realize you have tears in your eyes, right?”
“That’s not what that’s about.” She does her best to keep the strain out of her voice but fails once she sees the worry in his eyes. Those beautiful cerulean blues.
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind.”
The brunette shakes her head, letting the unshed tears slip from her eyes as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body into his. Her quickening heart rate immediately starts to slow down as his forehead meets hers. Releasing a calming breath, she’s finally able to get her words together. “I didn’t. It’s just so much of our life has happened because of this place. I never expected any of it when I joined. My sole mission was to find my dad’s killer and now I’m walking away willingly, something my 20-year-old self never imagined, with a life I never in my wildest dreams could’ve conjured up.”
“You did good, baby. Your dad would be so proud of you.”
A small smile crosses her face. “Yeah.” Something about his words suddenly hit her in the chest, and she burrows her head in his chest letting all she’s feeling come out fully. “He’s gonna miss so much…already has.”
“Oh, baby.” The former investigator can feel tears well in his eyes as she continues to shake in his arms. Pulling her closer to him, he leaves no space between them. He knew it was gonna hit her hard eventually, but didn’t expect it today.
“You know sometimes I imagine what it would’ve been like when I introduced you to him.”
“If he’s wearing an old Touching Wood t-shirt and rocking a mullet wig when I step through the door we have the same image.”
She lets out a teary-eyed laugh as the snot dripping from her nose makes its way onto his t-shirt. “It’s like we have one mind.” She quickly sobers when a new wave of sadness crashes over her. “Then there’s our wedding day, him meeting Rosa and teaching her all the stuff he taught me and…”
“What?”
“Being in the waiting room, nervously tapping his foot right along with Granger and Killbride as they wait for the baby to be born.”
He pulls back, hands flying to her shoulders as he pulls her back at the same time. Brow furrowed he feels himself being to break out into a cold sweat. “Whose baby?”
“Kensi and Marty’s.” She nervously bites her lip as the confession leaves her lips and makes its way to his ears.
“Th-those are our names.”
“Wow, you are more than just a pretty blond with an ass that won’t quit.”
His bottom lip begins to quiver as he looks for any sign that he misheard her. They’re officially done with NCIS and the moment they are the love of his life is telling him they’re having a baby? Can’t be. “Are you sure?”
This time the tears falling from her eyes are paired with the brightest smile. “As sure as the 3 tests Fatima gave me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was on my way to when I realized what was going on but you weren’t back from your dad Hellcat joyride with Sam yet.”
“The one time he lets me drive for fun.” Deeks shakes his head at the timing but it doesn’t stop the smile from spreading to his face, that euphoric feeling back once again.
“How are you feeling?”
A smirk plays at the corner of his lips, eyes still glassy with unshed tears. “I can probably show you better than I can tell you.”
He wraps his arms around her waist once again, pulling her into him. Their lips but a breath apart.
“Not in the armory.” Her laugh suddenly switches to a moan and his lips find the lobe of her ear. “On the other hand, one last time wouldn’t hurt. Not like they can fire us.”
XXXX
4 years later
Kensi jumps up and erupts in a cheer as does the rest of the crowd when Rosa’s foot connects with the ball and it sails into the upper right corner right past the reach of the goalie.
“GOAL!!!!”
As their daughter celebrates with her team the brunette turns to her husband whose thrown their 3-year-old on his shoulders, both boys fists pumping in the air in excitement.
“Scoring for Yale in 89th minute, number 4 Rosa Deeks, assisted by number 13 Julie Williams.”
Deeks’ cerulean eyes meet her mismatched orbs, exchanging mirroring smiles. Uncurling his fingers, he directs his hand toward his wife, waiting for a high five as his mini-me does the same. “Don’t leave me hanging, baby.”
“Yeah, mommy, don leab us hangin'.”
Shaking her head, as the whistle sounds the end of the game, she flashes her pearly whites at her husband connecting her hand with his, and after she connects with Michael’s he jumps towards her half throwing himself on his mom while his ankles are still locked in Deeks’ grip.
The former investigator huffs a laugh at the toddler's antics. “Hold on buddy.”
Once he lets go, Kensi cradles their boy in her arms and starts blowing raspberries on his tiny cheek making him erupt with laughter. He’ll never get enough of this. His mind briefly flashes to the day this beautiful, albeit sketchy brunette walked in on his op. Never in a million years did he think they’d end up here.
“Final score Connecticut Huskies 3 and your Yale Bulldogs 4. Thank you for coming out tonight and drive safely. We’ll see you for the next game this Thursday when your Bulldogs take on Cornell for the Ivy League Conference championship.”
Kensi senses Deeks eyes on her and stops her assault on their boy. She looks up, meeting his eyes and it suddenly feels like they’re back in that moment in the boat shed confessing nothing but really everything. So much trust and dare she say love swarming in both of their eyes. It all led to this…every single moment they’re shared together and apart.
They’re so lost in the other they don’t see Rosa run up with Julie until she’s calling after her brother.
“Mikey!”
“Sissy!”
Michael all but jumps out of his mom’s arms and into his sister’s outstretched ones. His tiny arms wrapping around her neck in a big hug. “You did good.”
She places a kiss on his cheek with a smile. “Thank you, bubba.”
Kensi’s heart melts more and more each time she sees them together knowing her husband feels the same. What started out in a gym got them to this. Life is…wild.
The pair exchange high fives with Julie and hugs with Rosa once Michael loosens his grip.
“You girls played an amazing game.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Deeks.”
Before Deeks can say anything one of the girls’ teammates call out to them, coaxing them to come back over. Nodding Rosa looks at her brother who’s already shaking with anticipation when he sees the soccer ball at her feet. “You wanna go kick the ball around?”
The 3-year-old pulls out the puppy eyes that are all Martin Atticus Deeks and makes sure to give a does to both his parents. “Pwease?”
“Go on.” Kensi huffs a laugh as his hazel eyes light up in excitement and flings himself from his sister’s grasp, hightailing it to the middle of the pitch.
As they run off onto the field Deeks wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her into his side, and places a kiss on the top of her head, taking in her scent. “Mmm. Sunshine and Cheetos. Two of my favorite things.”
“You can thank your son for the Cheetos.”
He huffs a laugh and places another kiss on the top of her head. The feel of her body shaking against his makes him grow curious until he looks up and sees their boy practicing his celebration goal as he gets one past Julie.
He can’t wipe the huge grin off his face when she turns into his chest, burrowing her face into him trying to muffle her terrifying cackle. “And you said we’d never end up happy together.”
Her laughter quickly dies off as she tilts her head back, eyes meeting as she closes the distance between their lips. “Touche.”
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“Theme night? Seriously, you want me to throw a theme night?” Deeks asked in disbelief. Honestly, part of him could not understand why he had asked you for advice.
You rolled your eyes at his tone, “Yes, theme night. You need to establish a relationship with the community that means catering to certain needs. That means, having a night for for different people. It’s going to be fun, just trust me.”
“This trust might just get me killed.”
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Marty Deeks
NCIS LA
LABEL/WARNING: fluff
You and Deeks had a strange relationship. You would fight one minute and the next you would be joking around and flirting. Callen and Sam were always on Deeks about what was going on between the two of you and Deeks honestly had no idea.
“Dude, when are you and y/n gonna date already!?” Sam asked Deeks, Callen hiding around the corner distracting you from the boys’ conversation.
“Uh, well that’s funny cause we’re very close, obviously. But it’s more of a brother and sister relationship. I think” Deeks replied awkwardly, making hand gestures to comfort himself.
“Well why don’t you just ask her?” Sam replied, smirking. Enjoying the flustered surf grom before him.
“No I will not and you can’t make me” Deeks said in a hostile way, pointing at Sam, whom had his arms up in a surrendering way.
“I will not dare contaminate anything we have going for us. Y/n and I will figure it out on our own!”
“What are we figuring out on our own” you asked the blonde man, Callen clearly not talking to you for long enough.
“Uh well you see.” Deeks mumbled awkwardly trying to come up with an idea of what to say to you.
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You don't recognize this? Yeah, Uma Thurman wore the same thing in Kill Bill.
NCIS LA 7x05 // Blame It On Rio
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#when two legends collide#ncis#ncis la#ncis la 7x05#my gifs#tony dinozzo#kensi blye#marty deeks#this episode is everything!!!#the ammount of clownery of both dinozzo and deeks COMBINED#ULTIMATE BUFFOONS#i might fic a crossover later because I NEED THIS#EVERYONE TOGETHER#just IMAGINE ALL THE POTENTIAL LOST#who are you on this? i'm definitely kensi trying to hide her laughter hahaha#mygifs
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I'm just imagining Arkady coming into the bar late at night to see Callen but meets Roberta as she's trying to close up and she yells at him until he charms her and lets him in.
Later Callen comes down to look for Arkady and just finds an empty vodka bottle, Arkady bling, and a very non-Arkady like earring. He realizes what happened and knows Deeks can never know about it which is when he walks through the door looking for his mom who was supposed to meet them for dinner...
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Holiday Excuses
The familiar scent of fresh coffee grounds and gentle hum of people conversations amongst themselves enveloped the air of the cozy local coffee shop that I found myself in waiting for my older brother to show face. I had asked him to meet me for a late breakfast here as a way to spend time with him and have our weekly fill in on our lives. That and he’s been beating around the bush in giving me a straight answer on if he was coming with me or not to visit mom’s side of the family in San Jose. I wasn’t leaving or letting him leave, for that matter, this coffee shop until I got one.
I was scrolling through Facebook when he approached the table I sat at, with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “Excuse me is this seat taken?” he asked in a playful voice.
Acting like I was paying him no attention, I shrugged and continued to mindlessly scroll. “Was saving it for my brother but at this point I don’t think he’ll show.”
He chuckled slightly before walking over and giving me a hug. “Hey, YNN.” My curly haired, older brother greeted me before sitting down in the seat across from me. “Looking like you finally got a good night’s sleep for once.”
I shook my head and giggled. “Oh, you have no idea. This research paper is going to be the death of me. If not from the late nights, then the lack of materials on the subject assigned will stress me enough, I’ll fall into a coma.”
“And it’s due when?” He questioned as he placed his gym bag down onto the hardwood floor.
I sighed and rubbed my head in frustration from just thinking about the damn thing. “Friday. Just in time for the holidays. I swear May can’t get here fast enough.”
Marty shook his head in amusement. “Still want me to talk you out of the next degree out mother tries to talk you into?”
I groaned. “Please do because you know it’s bound to happen. Every graduation I ever had she seems to rope me into going back to school for another four years.”
“Will do.” He said with a smile on his face.
I was quick to change the topic of discussion. “Enough about my college habits. What’s been going on with you? You seem to have a few more scars since I seen you last month.”
The shaggy, blonde haired man in front of me shrugged. “Oh, you know, same old shit different day. Catch the bad guys, save the day. Be the big hero that somehow disappoints mom. I don’t know how that works out but hey what am I to do about that?”
I nodded at his rhetorical question. “Very true. That woman is never happy.” I stated before taking a sip of my coffee. “Speaking of our mother, you still haven’t given me an answer on whether or not you’re going to join us in visiting grandma this year.”
There was a hesitation as Marty went to answer, as if he wasn’t sure what his answser was going to be. “YNN, works been hectic and there’s this major operation that I can’t just bail on. I don’t have an answer but there’s a good chance that’s probably not going to happen.”
“Big operation, my ass, Mart.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I know for a fact there isn’t no op, I’ve talked to Kensi. The girl is going to the cabin for Christmas. Unless PD has you in one, which I highly doubt considering you don’t really report to them anymore, if at all, there isn’t an op you’re working and you’re just making up excuses not to.”
“Who’s making excuses? I’m not... no excuses here. What excuses?” My brother rambled on but stopped when he noticed the unamused look that had now plastered itself on my face. “Are Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt gonna be there?”
“That’s who you’re trying to dodge?” I questioned him and when he nodded, I let out a small but understood sigh. “Not that I’m aware of. Last I heard, they are going to visit Sammy in Greece. Mom said something about she had a new boyfriend that she wanted them to meet, or something like that. I wasn’t listening to the entire story; Ma was rambling, and I didn’t have the patience nor the attention span to care to hear the whole thing.” Marty raised his brow and nodded. “Marty, it’s probably going to be the last Christmas that Grandma will be around and though I know and completely understand why you would want to avoid Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt at all costs, not that it seems to be a problem now, but she wants us both to be there.”
He sighed deeply in defeat. “Okay. Fine.” Marty finally said. “But I’m not traveling down there with Mom. I refuse to make that five-and-a-half-hour drive with her going on and on about all the things I could have done better since she last saw me. I don’t know how she knows these things and I don’t think I want to but I'm not dealing with it.”
“Oh, you really thought I was about to do just that?” I questioned, knowing exactly what he was talking about. I have had to endure it enough times my-damn-self. “Ha. You’ve got jokes, brother." The two of us laughed slightly then diverted the conversation as we sipped our coffee. For the rest of our time at the small coffee shop, we just enjoyed one another’s company.
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Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far
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Tracing the other’s lips with their finger – Marty Deeks x reader
The two of you lay next to each other, wrapped in each others embrace. It was the first time in more than six weeks that the two of you had been able to get this close to one another due to the LAPD pulling Marty back to the police department for a case that was deemed to be a higher priority than the ones that had come through the NCIS office. You had also spent the last two and a half weeks in isolation due to your personal relationship to Marty and his involvement in the case that he was working which meant that you team had been down two of it’s members. Now though, you were soaking up each and every single second of time spent in his arms. And it seemed Marty was doing the same thing with you. He reached out after placing a gentle kiss on your lips and gently traced your lips with his fingers and you smiled as his warm fingers kept up the movement against your lips.
“I love you Y/N” he whispers and you smile
“I love you too Marty” you reply, pulling him closer to your body.
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I’m just imagining Deeks in a couple years at some social function. He runs into an old acquaintance and says, let me introduce you to my family, pointing across the room to Kensi, Rosa, and a little one year old with his hair and Kensi’s eyes. It’s one of his favorite things.
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I know a very popular trope in this whump family is “I’m fine.” You know, brushing off injuries and hiding them from loved ones
But adversely in ncis la 10x1 they just had Deeks (my fav squish and usually someone who jokes around and brushes everything off) wake up from a coma with a massive headache, laying on an improvised stretcher in a broken down church in the dessert, and a few minutes later he very shakily said “somethings not right. I think I need to be in a hospital”
And ohh myyy GOODDDDD the whumperflies were amazing.
Having the character that usually reassures everyone admit that they’re seriously hurt is sooo god omg the panicked look on Kensi (his fiancés) face was amazing
#can you imagine mac saying it to jack? omgggg i mayyy write a fic anout that#but feel free to do so too and tag me in it#jack somethings wrong. i think...i think i mught need some help#jack would lose his mind hed go pale and immediatly grab at mac and try to help#whump#mine#hurt/comfort#ncis la#deeks#marty deeks
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A/N: Once again, @mashmaiden is responsible for the premise of today’s story. We’re starting off Densimber with a whole lot of fluff.
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It Takes a Village
The next morning, Rosa found herself still thinking about skipping the outside Christmas decorations. Maybe it was a silly thing to worry about, but she’d noticed how disappointed Kensi and Deeks seemed at missing out on part of the tradition, despite their attempts to brush it off.
Yesterday had been fun for sure, between sharing stories, adding Kensi’s ball of lights to the tree, and consuming their weight in cookies and the hot chocolate Rosa made. Somehow it didn’t have the same magic as the year before when they’d started decorating after everyone got home, needing to pull out lights to finish, and then all stood outside examining their efforts in the dark.
Since it was a Saturday, she met for a morning study session, and then was free for the rest of the day. As she waited for her coffee at one of the campus cafes, a plan started to form.
Heading for the student center, she looked around for one of the students who’d become a close friend in the last few months. Alex Swartz was tall, lanky and in two of her pre-law classes. He also spent the majority of his time outside of classes camped out at one of the tables outside the cafeteria.
“Hi Alex,” she greeted him, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. He looked up from the book in his hands, instantly straightening as a smile stretched across his lips. In many ways, he reminded her of Marty. If only in his personality.
“Rosa, hey! I didn’t know you were coming in today. You should have told me,” he said.
“I just had a study session. What are you doing today?”
“Um, studying for my history exam and then I’m not sure what else,” Alex said, lifting an eyebrow. “Why?”
Rosa folded her arms on the table, leaning forward, and exhaled quickly. “How would you feel about coming to help me decorate my parents’ house while they’re out at an appointment?”
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“Oh my god, those chicken strips smell amazing!” Kensi groaned, thumping her head back on the headrest of her seat. After a financial appointment, a trip to the grocery store, and stopping at the Dairy Queen drive through, she felt like she could easily eat an entire chicken. Not that the twins would allow that at this point in her pregnancy.
“I told you I don’t mind if you dig in,” Deeks reminded her as he pulled into their neighborhood.
“No, no. You just got the truck detailed. I’m not getting grease on the seats.”
“That’s true love,” Deeks teased. He turned the corner onto their street, slowing down to accommodate the various cars and trucks parked along the sides, and frowned at the two parked on either side of their driveway. One he recognized as Rosa’s, the other was a mystery.
“Is it just my imagination or are there three kids on our roof?” Deeks asked as he climbed out of the truck with a bag of groceries.
“Nope. There’s definitely kids on our roof, and if I’m not mistaken, they’re putting lights up,” Kensi replied, walking up the driveway with him.
“Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Deeks!” called out a dark-haired young man Deeks had met a couple times before, waving from his perch on the roof.
“Hey Alex,” Deeks drawled as Rosa appeared from the garage.
“Oh, Kensi and Marty, I didn’t expect you back so soon,” she said in a rush, hurrying towards them.
“Clearly. What’s going on?” Kensi asked.
Intertwining her hands a little nervously, Rosa pressed her lips together, which made her resemble Kensi remarkably, and let out a short breath. “I asked Alex and his roommates to come help decorate.”
“Rosa, that’s—”
“I know, I know. You said you didn’t care, but I know how much it means to you,” she interrupted, her accent increasing slightly as she spoke more quickly. “And you’ve done so much for me, always making sure I have the best, and sacrificing for me. I wanted to do something for you, even if it isn’t that important.”
She finished with a little shrug, and Deeks’ face crumpled at the uncertainty in her voice. Simultaneously, he and Kensi enveloped her in a hug. Rosa made a little “oof” sound as she was squished between them.
“That’s one of the sweetest things you could have done,” Kensi whispered. “Thank you.”
“Best present ever,” Deeks added, kissing the side of Rosa’s head. “Just for the record though, there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you, and you never have to repay us for any of it. Because we love you.”
“I love you, too,” Rosa whispered, and Kensi pulled back waving a hand in front of her face.
“Ok, we gotta stop before I start bawling in front of your friends.”
Rosa laughed wetly, hugging Kensi closer as she leaned into Deeks’ shoulder.
“Hey, Rosa, I thought you were going to come up here and help me,” Alex called out from the roof, breaking the moment.
Rosa rolled here eyes, pulling back with an apologetic shrug. “I’m supposed to do the eaves.”
“Be careful,” Deeks shouted after her, watching her jog back to the house. “Damn, we sure got lucky, didn’t we?”
“We did,” Kensi agreed softly, laying her head on his shoulder.
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