#densimber day 26
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Entranced
A/N: Set in season 6, after “Humbug”, but before everyone knows Kensi and Deeks are together.
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“Deeks, are you and Kensi clear on what you’re doing tonight?” Callen asked, coming up behind Deeks as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his bow tie.
Deeks shot Callen’s reflection a glare. “We’re the distraction. We go in, dance, get an intel we can, but otherwise don’t get involved. I think we can handle it, Callen.”
“All right. Just don’t pull any of your usual stuff. You guys need to be focused.”
“G, relax. This isn’t their first time,” Sam intervened. “Stop being so antsy.”
“There’s a lot riding on this one.”
“So it’s a good thing that Kensi and I are involved,” Deeks said smugly, glancing towards OPS.
Deeks stilled, immediately forgetting what he’d been saying as Kensi appeared. She descended the stair, dressed in a long, dark blue dress, the material perfectly sculpted to her body. The bodice dipped low enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of skin, her hair curled and framing her tanned shoulders.
This was hardly the first time he’d seen Kensi dressed up, and many times in far less. Something had changed though, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he felt as breathless as a sixteen year old on his first date.
As Kensi reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused, looking directly at Deeks.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, giving Deeks a coy smile before she spun in a small circle that made the short train of her skirt flare out. Deeks was entranced.
He recovered himself enough to offer one of his usual grins. “Not bad,” he said, aware of both Callen and Sam watching them. Kensi gave him a brief searching look that made him wonder how obvious his reaction was.
She stepped close enough that Deeks could have easily drawn her into his arms.
“I guess you’re not terrible either,” she teased. She straightened one side of his collar, giving him a once-over that sent a shiver through him. When she reached his eyes again, Kensi nodded approvingly, her expression shifting to something more seductive. “Now you’re perfect.”
Her hand lingered on his chest, burning through the thin layer of his shirt. A sudden image of sliding the zipper down Kensi’s dress, revealing the silky skin he now knew so intimately, running his lips down her neck, and beyond.
Deeks inhaled sharply to bring himself out of the unexpected fantasy.
“Deeks?” Kensi whispered softly, dropping the slight barrier they’d put between themselves.
“Right. Yeah, we better get going,” he managed, holding his arm out to Kensi. She placed her hand in the crux of his arm after a moment, her touch sending yet another wave of warmth and electricity up his spine.
Yeah, he was completely focused.
#densimber 7.0#densimber 2023#densimber day 26#ncis la fanfiction#densi#marty deeks#kensi blye#romance#they love each other#mild sexy thoughts#by ejzah
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Tattoos and Sexy Pirates
A/N: Today’s prompt and story idea provided by @mashmaiden. As usual, I flipped the idea a little bit from the original. Set in the last couple of seasons.
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Kensi sighed as she walked into the airport terminal, dragging her luggage behind her, a carryon bag hung over her right shoulder. After a month away for a series of specialized trainings, she was glad to be back home. Sure, she’d learned a lot, and more importantly, increased her job security, but hopefully this would be the last long trip for a while.
As much as Kensi appreciated the opportunity, she’d missed working with the team, missed the warmth and familiarity of LA, and most importantly, missed Deeks. They’d both been so busy most days that they only managed short calls, or texts if they were lucky.
Speaking of Deeks, he had arranged to pick her up today. Kensi glanced around the terminal, anticipation running through her as she searched for his familiar frame and blond hair.
Deeks saw her first, stepping forward, and Kensi barely recognized him. “Kensi, I’m so glad you’re back home,” he said, enveloping her in a tight hug. He picked her up, twirling her around a few times.
When he set her down Kensi could only gape for several seconds.
“Oh my god, baby, what did you do?!” she gasped, pressing her hands over her mouth. She walked around him in a slow circle, taking in his appearance in disbelief. Hair longer and pulled back with a hair band, an earring—she reached out to touch a flower within a skull on his forearm, but dropped her hand at the last moment.
She’d known he was feeling a little weird about his age the last couple years, but she didn’t think that it was this bad.
Deeks watched her with a raised eyebrow and a look of bemusement.
“Ok, I was expecting a little bit more of a warm welcome,” he drawled.
“Deeks, you got tattoos while I was gone. What am I supposed to say? I was only gone for a few weeks. If you were feeling this bad, you should have called me.” She inhaled deeply, realizing she was almost shouting when Deeks’ eyes widened. Then she caught sight of the tattoos again, which covered him from bicep to wrist. Something red peaked out from the collar of his t-shirt.
Oh god.
“Kens, what the hell are you talking about? I got called in on a joint undercover job the day after you left. Didn’t you get my text?”
“Yeah, you said you were going undercover, but I thought it was something simple. So this is…?”
“Oh babe, I’m sorry. Yeah, they’re just temporary,” he said, running his finger over a spider near his elbow. “I had to look the part of a longtime gang member.”
“So naturally you let your hair grow out, got fake tattoos, and a fake earring.”
He fingered the small hoop in his left ear and cleared his throat. “Uh, actually, this is real.”
Kensi’s mouth fell open, and he quickly rushed to explain.
“Listen, it had to be believable, and I figured just getting one piercing would be a lot easier than having to deal with one that could fall off at any moment. I’ve had that happen before, and believe me, it kind of ruins the vibe.”
“Ok, I can deal with an earring,” Kensi decided, pinching them bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb. “I’m sorry I basically attacked you. That wasn’t the best greeting ever.”
“It’s ok. I probably should have warned you,” he said with a shrug. Then he grinned. “I surprised Sam too.”
“Now that I would have loved to see.” She kissed Deeks’ cheek, looping her arm through his, and they started making their way to the exit. “How was your undercover? Sounds like it was kind of dangerous.”
“Things got a little tricky. But I was spectacular as usual, and everything ran fairly smoothly.”
“Oh, I bet you were.”
He chuckled softly, drawing her closer. “What about you? How were your classes?” he asked.
“Pretty amazing. But also really long.” She paused, and added more softly. “I’m glad to be back.”
Deeks’ response was another, lingering kiss that probably tested the boundaries of propriety for their current location.
“So, what were you talking about me feeling bad before?”
Kensi flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed about her massive leap.
“Oh, well you know, recently you’ve been a little down about your hair, and aging and—”
“You thought this was the result of a mid-life crisis,” Deeks surmised with a raised eyebrow.
“Not because I think you’re actually middle-aged,” she defended herself quickly. “But kind of.”
“Well rest assured, I am feeling very secure about myself right now, so you don’t have to worry about me doing anything crazy.”
“Good. Speaking of crazy, how long before these wear off?” Kensi poked a surprisingly accurate rendition of a dagger.
“Uh, about three weeks, give or take,” he answered. Kensi closed her eyes, holding back a groan. “We didn’t know how long I’d be under so we had to make sure they’d last a while.”
“Right. We’re going to need to buy you more long sleeve shirts,” Kensi said.
“Ok, but I think I might keep my hair this way for a while. And the earring.
I’ll be like a sexy pirate.”
Kensi inclined her head, considering.
“Oddly enough, I don’t completely hate that idea,” she decided.
#densimber 6.0#densimber 2022#densimber day 26#ncis la fanfiction#densi#undercover Deeks#slightly ridiculous#by ejzah
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Densimber Day 26 Creative Prompt
Kensi or Deeks, ahem, appreciating the other.
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Densimber Day 26 Creative Prompt:
Either Kensi or Deeks have a midlife crisis.
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Surfing Lessons
A/N: To continue a long-standing tradition, Kirkin returns. This ignores his death last season.
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The sun was shining, the waves were huge, and Kensi was by his side. Pretty much a perfect day, as far as Deeks was concerned. He caught another wave, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the water surrounded him.
When he came out the other end, shaking water out his hair and grinning, Kensi whistled. She paddled over, stopping when she was parallel with his board, and straddled hers. A couple years ago, she’d decided to get her own board instead of renting one whenever they surfed together. Deeks had been as giddy as a kid on Christmas helping her pick the perfect one.
“That was awesome,” Kensi said, leaning over precariously to kiss him. Her lips were wet and cold.
“Thanks. You want to grab a few more?” he asked, automatically steadying her board when she leaned back.
“Eh, I’m getting a little cold.” Kensi made a face. “And I’m not sure how much more my legs can take.”
“Got it. Although I’m pretty sure I could warm you up.” He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously and Kensi snorted.
“Maybe later.” She stole another kiss, scooting onto her stomach. “C’mon, let’s go.”
They paddled back to the shore together, racing each other once they were back on solid ground. Kensi giggled as she pushed Deeks to get ahead and then ended up tripping over her cord.
“Cheater,” Deeks accused, even as he laughed. He stuck both their boards in the sand and grabbed his towel from the blanket they’d spread out that morning, running it over his hair. Kensi already had her wetsuit off and was drying off.
He unzipped his own wetsuit and started peeling it off. Letting it hand at his waist, he dried off his upper chest.
“Hey, you want anything from the food truck? I’m feeling like a milkshake and burger.”
“I could go for a milkshake,” Kensi agreed. “Ooh, and maybe some cheese fries.”
“Anything for my Ladybird,” Deeks agreed, shucking off the rest of his suit.
“Oh, if only I had your metabolism,” a drawling voice said from behind them. They both froze and Deeks tilted his head, giving Kensi an incredulous look. It couldn’t be.
He slowly turned to find Anatoli Kirkin’s grinning face behind him.
“Marty,” he said, tipping his chin down with a mischievous expression.
“Kirkin, what are you doing here?” Deeks placed a hand on his hip, letting his annoyance show. “Are you stalking me?”
“Of course not!”
“So you just happened to end up on the same beach as us on a random Saturday,” Kensi said skeptically.
“Kensi, don’t be so suspicious,” Kirkin advised. He spread his arms wide, innocently. “I too enjoy the sand and warm weather.”
Deeks scrutinized him with pursed lips, highly doubting that. Kirkin was sweating slightly and his nose had a red tinge.
“Right, in a three piece suit,” Deeks drawled. Though the thought of seeing him in anything less brought back unpleasant memories.
“Martin, your disbelief pains me,” Kirkin said, affecting a long-suffering sigh as he pressed his hand over his heart. “I was walking along the beach and saw you two on your boards. I felt compelled to stop to say hello to my dear friends.”
“Eh, I say friends is pushing it a little.” Kirkin ignored his comment, taking a few steps closer.
“You’re quite a striking figure. Even from a distance, I could see your strength and agility as you moved through the water.” His gaze drifted over Deeks’ chest, reminding him that he was just wearing board shorts.
“Alright, that’s, uh, awkward,” he muttered.
“Hey, quit ogling my husband, Kirkin,” Kensi snapped and he had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“My apologies, I was overcome,” he said. Kensi rolled her eyes, tossing Deeks a t-shirt. He saw Kirkin’s expression fall as he pulled it over his head.
Ruffling his hair back into place, Deeks crossed his arms and regarded Kirkin sternly.
“What do you really want, Kirkin?”
“Nothing,” he insisted. “Just to talk. Although I was thinking perhaps you could give me some lessons.”
“Lessons in…”
“Surfing.”
“You want Deeks to give you surfing lessons?” Kensi repeated, chuckling.
“Clearly he’s an excellent teacher,” Kirkin explained reasonably, gesturing to Kensi. “I can tell you truly care about the sport and I’m in need of a new hobby.”
“Uh, well, I don’t usually give lessons,” Deeks started to say. He was a little thrown off-guard, not entirely sure if Kirkin was being serious. Taking advantage of his indecision, Kirkin closed the small gab between them.
“Don’t you want to pass your skills and expertise on to others? I know with your strength, these muscles-” he sighed, resting his hand on Deeks’ bicep. “I know you could whip me into shape in no time.”
“Alright, there will be no whipping of anything or anyone involved,” Kensi interrupted firmly, stepping between them as Kirkin’s touch turned into more of a caress. “Now take your hand off Deeks before I remove it for you.”
Kirkin’s hand dropped with surprising speed and he shifted away from Kensi’s glare, though not as far as Deeks would have expected.
“Sorry Kirkin, but I’m going to have to pass on the lessons.” Deeks grabbed Kensi’s hand, pulling her into his side. He totally wasn’t using her as a shield at all. “We have milkshakes and cheese fries to get.”
“Marty, please reconsider,” Kirkin said, reaching out with a touch of desperation now.
“Not a chance,” Deeks told him dryly, turning to walk away with Kensi.
“Maaarty!” Kirkin cried out. “It would be like old times. Remember the bathhouse.”
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Paramnesia
A/N: For today’s prompt. This particular scenario was suggested by @mashmaiden. Set in early season 4.
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“Agent Blye?”
Kensi groaned, pushing at the hand tapping her shoulder.
“Agent Blye, can you hear me?” the voice said more insistently.
“Where am I?” she mumbled, just barely able to open her eyes. Even that made her head pound.
“You’re in the hospital, ma’am,” the man explained. “I’m Nurse Jackson. I noticed you were waking up a few minutes ago.” Kensi gave the barest of nods, becoming increasingly confused. She didn’t remember scheduling any procedure. Actually, she couldn’t remember much of anything.
“What happened to me?” Lifting her hand, she frowned at the needle inserted in the back of her hand.
“Your vehicle crashed and turned over in a ditch this morning. You suffered a head injury, but your doctor can tell you more about that when you’re a little more settled.”
“Am I going to die?” she asked, squinting up at the nurse. Something started beeping loudly and he gently grabbed her hand.
“No, ma’am, the injury was not that severe. Please calm down.” She tried to take a couple breaths, instinctually knowing that she wouldn’t like the results if she couldn’t calm down on her own. When the monitor stopped beeping, Nurse Jackson added, “Your partner will be back soon. He had to step away to make a call.”
“My partner,” she mumbled. She didn’t remember having a partner either.
“Yes, Marty Deeks. He brought you in.” He checked her IV, glancing at her a couple times. “I’m going give you a dose of pain medication and I’ll let your doctor now you’re awake.”
Laying back down, she tried to force herself to remember something, repeating the name Marty Deeks in her mind until she felt calmer. A few minutes later, the door opened again.
“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re awake,” said the man who walked through. He was tall with messy blonde hair that curled around his ears and a wide mouth that was currently narrowed with worry. Kensi felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach at the sound of his voice. As he drew closer, she noticed some blood smeared across his forehead.
He hesitated for a moment and then bent to hug her, the fluttering feeling increased and she wrapped her free arm around his neck. This was obviously Marty. It felt good, comforting to be in his arms.
“The nurse said we were in an accident,” she said, pushing herself up higher in the bed. She must have guessed right that he was there too because he nodded, his expression turning worried once more.
“Yeah, you don’t remember it?”
“Some of my memories are a little foggy,” Kensi hedged. She grabbed his hand and his eyes flew down to their linked fingers. “But my head barely hurts.” That was a bald-faced lie. “Can you get me out of here?”
“I don’t know, the doctor-“
“Please, Marty.” He arched an eyebrow at that and he shook his head, allowing a tiny smirk.
“You’re super cute when you beg Kensalina, but I think they’ll want to keep you for a while for observation. It was a pretty bad crash.”
“I just want to go home.,” Kensi murmured, pressing his hand to her lips.
“Ok, yeah, wow. Apparently that TBI made you a lot more affectionate that usual,” he said, his cheeks flushing just a little. It was pretty adorable.
“What, I’m not always affectionate with my husband?” she teased, looking right up into his gorgeous blue eyes. It felt normal, easy, and took away some of her discomfort at having absolutely no idea who this guy was.
“Husband?” He chuckled, turning away slightly before he rubbed his jaw. “Ok, yes, I’m definitely your husband. I uh, I want to talk to your doctor...about getting you released. Don’t go anywhere.”
He returned about five minutes later with the doctor in tow. While Marty stood in the background, the doctor, who introduced herself as Doctor Martinez, gave Kensi an amnesia test. At first it took her longer than she was proud of to come up with the simple answers to questions about the date and time, but then they became progressively easier as more information returned to her.
She even started to remember more about Marty.
The only things she couldn’t seem to remember were what happened directly before and after the accident. Dr. Martinez didn’t seem particularly worried about that and since she didn’t ask any questions about her personal life, Kensi didn’t volunteer the information.
“So, what does this mean?” Deeks asked, rubbing at his bottom lip. Kensi had noticed he had a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which made it even messier.
At some point during the exam, he’d taken her hand again. She was grateful for the support and didn’t mind the feel of his warm fingers gripping hers. “Is Kensi going to be alright? Does she need to stay in the hospital?”
“I want to look at her CT scan again, but I think she should be alright to go home,” Dr. Martinez said. “As long as she has someone to watch her the first couple days and nights for any changes.”
“Marty will be with me,” Kensi said, glancing up at him with a small smile. His own smile looked kind of odd, but she didn’t worry about it too much. She trusted him.
“Well, in that case, I’ll be fine with releasing you. And Mr. Deeks, her memory should return in a few days to a couple weeks. It’s an encouraging sign that her amnesia is already resolving.”
“Babe, can you take care of the paperwork?” The words sounded a little strange coming from her mouth, but she shook it off. Everything felt a little strange right now. Marty didn’t immediately answer, so she touched his stomach lightly to get his attention. He jerked, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ll take care of the paperwork, right?”
“Uh sure, I’ll get started on that,” he muttered. She tipped her chin up expectantly and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
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“So, uh, what exactly do you remember about us?” Deeks asked as casually as he could, flicking a quick look at Kensi. She was propped up in the passenger seat with a couple of pillows, but other than the small bandage at her hair line, she didn’t seem that much worse for wear.
Oh, except for the fact that she apparently thought they were married. He wasn’t sure what had led her to believe that were in a relationship at all, but he hadn’t figured out a way to break the truth to her yet.
“We work together,” she began slowly, looking at him for confirmation, “at NCIS.”
“That’s right.” At least that was a start. Maybe with enough gentle leading, she would realize the truth.
“We met when when we were both undercover at a gym. We didn’t get along very well at first, but then we started working as partners.” She paused and glanced at him, her smile turning reminiscent.
“I think you thought I was pretty annoying and kind of idiot when we first met,” Deeks said, smirking at his own expense. “Still do sometimes to be honest.”
“Mm, but I love you anyway,” Kensi commented drowsily, reaching across the consul to run her fingers over his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine at the simple touch combined with her soft, almost dreamy expression . He wasn’t used to her touching him this much when it wasn’t followed by a sarcastic comment or the promise of violence.
“Uh...here we’re are.” He pulled into her driveway, and parked, grabbing her bag from the back and then helping her out. When he offered her his arm, she wrapped her arm around his neck instead, obviously expecting him to pick her up.
After a little fumbling, he had one arm around her waist and the other under her knees. Kensi once again didn’t seem to notice his discomfort and laid her head on his shoulder, sighing.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“My head hurts,” she mumbled. “And my back is kind of sore too. Maybe you can rub it for me.”
“Sure.” Deeks huffed out a laugh. God, this was like all his dreams come true but in totally the wrong way. He used the spare house key Kensi had given him a couple years ago for emergencies and carried her straight to her bedroom.
Despite their usual lack of boundaries and the number of times he’d hung out at her apartment, he rarely set foot inside her room. It was an unspoken line that neither of them was willing to cross, a sign of intimacy, which was now being completely trampled.
He set her on the bed and then grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from a pile by the door. Before she could ask for help with changing, he told her,
“I’m gonna check in with Hetty and let her know how you’re doing.”
“But you’re not leaving, right?” She checked, grabbing for his hand.
“Of course not,” he assured her, crouching down in front of her. “What if you tripped over a pile of clothes on your way to get a late night snack? I’d never forgive myself.”
“Shut up. And I promised I clean up the mess this weekend,” she said, rolling her eyes. “As soon as we get a break from work.”
“Kensi, I’m not going to let you clean anything while you have a concussion.” He started to stand again, but Kensi leaned forward, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” She dipped her head and he didn’t move as she gently kissed him. It was just a brush of lips, less than the kiss they shared while undercover. Somehow it was so much more. Clearing his throat noisily, he untangled her arms, and rushed into the living room, not caring if Kensi thought it was strange.
He quickly updated Hetty on Kensi’s status. Hetty gave him the rest of the day off without him even asking with instructions to take good care of “Ms. Blye”. He felt a twinge of guilt at that, but didn’t mention anything about Kensi’s memory lapse. The team would figure that out soon enough.
When he hung up, he fixed Kensi a bowl of soup and a small sandwich, remembering she hadn’t eaten since early that morning.
“Hey, I made you some food.” he said quietly as he walked back into her room with a tray balanced on one hand. Kensi was curled up in bed looking way too soft and drowsy-eyed for her own good. “I couldn’t find any twinkies or peanut butter cups, so it’s just plain old tomato basil.”
“I’m not hungry,” she said. He didn’t think that was a particularly good sign, but set the food to the side and crouched in front of her again. Just to be at eye level, he told himself.
“Ok, do you need anything else?” Kensi slid a hand out from under the covers and clumsily cupped his cheek.
“Just you.”
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A/N: I played this like Kensi was remembering some bits from when they were undercover in Neighborhood Watch. And yes, there will be a part 2.
As always, I am not a medical expert or professional. Although I do try to do some research, this is just for fun and there’s bound to be some mistakes.
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Densimber Day 26 Creative Prompt:
In memory of one of our favorite Russians, Kensi and Deeks run into Kirkin. This could be a previous encounter, or if you’re like me, could ignore canon events and be current.
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Densimber Day 26: Writing Prompt
Kensi or Deeks is in an accident which causes temporary amnesia.
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