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bluenet13 · 1 year

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When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head

Fandom: NCIS Los Angeles.

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye.

Summary: After hearing disturbing noises, Deeks and Kensi confront their neighbors suspecting the husband is abusing his wife. But when things escalate, they find themselves in a dangerous situation.

For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt: domestic abuse.

AO3 - ff.net

Hey all, long time no see. It's been a while. I wrote this fic the week they announced the show's cancellation, and, after that, it just didn't seem right to post it right away. I never like to close doors, but I'm not sure if I'll ever write another fic for NCISLA. So, if this is my last, thank you. Thank you to the show, to Deeks and ECO, and the rest of characters and cast, for changing my life. And thank you to everyone that read and commented on my stories in the past. If it weren't for all your support, I wouldn't still be writing fanfiction 5 years after that one time I took a chance and decided to post 'Gray'.

Kensi walks into their house and immediately knows something is off. Deeks is kneeling on the floor, ear pressed against the wall, eyes closed in concentration.

"Deeks? What are you doing?" she asks, setting her bag down on the kitchen table. "What's going on?"

He jumps at the sound of her voice, turning to face her with a look of concern on his face. His worry briefly flashes away, his eyes darkening when he traces her long legs, but it comes back tenfold when a crash sounds next door. "Shhh, it's happening again."

Kensi lets out a sigh of long-suffering, knowing exactly what he's talking about, but asking anyway. "What's happening again, baby?"

"He's hitting her again," Deeks says simply, blue eyes still darkened but for a completely different reason.

"We don't know that's what's happening here, we have talked about this," Kensi states, not wanting to dismiss Deeks' concerns but also not wanting to jump the gun. "For all we know they could be doing renovations."

Deeks shakes his head and gestures for her to come over and listen.

Kensi reluctantly nods and kneels down beside him, pressing her ear to the wall. She can hear the muffled sounds of a woman crying, and a man shouting in the background. "Maybe they're watching a very emotional movie?" She suggests.

"I know what house renovations sound like, and this isn't it," Deeks argues, abandoning his post by the wall and moving to the window. "I've also seen you watch Titanic a million times, and this is a different type of crying."

Kensi chuckles but shakes her head. "Maybe, but it's not something for us to deal with. We're supposed to be keeping our heads down," she pleads, joining Deeks by the window. She wraps her arms around him and rests her head on his shoulder, raising on her toes to kiss his cheek. Eventually she turns him away from the window and presses a kiss to his lips, trying to distract him.

Deeks deepens the kiss but just as quickly pushes away and looks at her, a pleading look in his eyes. "Kens, please. You know I've been hearing it for a few days now, and it's getting worse. I can't just sit here and do nothing."

Kensi presses their foreheads together and whispers, "Since we got married, we've already moved four times. I know a couple were due to the job, but there's also that one time you thought our neighbors were smugglers, and then you were convinced the old lady next door was working for Kessler. And I really don't want to have to move again. I so happen to love this house, and Rosa is settling down. She's in a good school and is making friends."

Deeks sighs and smiles sheepishly at her. "Okay, I was way off about the smugglers, but I still think there was something off about Edith, we just moved before I could prove it." He drops his head on Kensi's shoulder and holds her close, some of the tension ebbing from his back.

She hugs him back and they stay like that for a few minutes, but then another crash sounds from the house, followed by a shriek and what appears to be glass breaking. Deeks tenses again and dislodges himself from her arms, turning back to look out the window.

Kensi sighs and runs a hand over her face, dropping on the couch with a grunt. "Deeks, it could be a dog playing and hitting some furniture, or kids running around the house. Or they could be having issues with their plumbing or replacing the carpet. I'm not saying it's not what you think, but we can't be sure."

Deeks shakes his head, and turns around, running a hand through his hair, pushing back the wayward curls that fall on his eyes. "Kens, I know what domestic abuse sounds like," he murmurs, holding her gaze. "I wish a neighbor had cared enough when I was a kid to try to interfere. Now I can do that for someone else and I need to do it. I need to stop another 11-year-old from having to shoot their father."

"We don't even know if they have kids," Kensi tries, but stops as she takes in his broken expression. His eyes are on her, but he looks haunted, and his mind's eye is clearly lost in memories of a long-lost past. "Okay, let's call the cops then. Let them handle it."

"Cops won't do anything. She will say it was an accident and they will go and turn a blind eye to what's in front of their eyes." Deeks keeps talking as he walks to the bedroom, coming back wearing boots, and a jacket, the outline of his off-duty weapon hidden enough for a civilian but not well enough for his partner to miss. "Besides, there's nothing an abuser hates more than cops showing up unexpectedly at their door."

"Yes, and I'm sure they will love a couple of federal agents instead," Kensi deadpans.

"I'm not an agent. I'm an investigator," Deeks says matter-of-factly.

"You say that like any of us even knows what the difference is," Kensi says, standing up from the couch and catching Deeks' wrist.

A fleeting grin crosses Deeks' lips but he quickly pushes it away. "I don't have to go like an agent or investigator, I can be a concerned neighbor wanting to know if everything is okay, or just a clueless neighbor asking for some salt." Deeks softly pulls his arm away and continues to the front door. He sets his hand on the handle and turns around, his expression still serious but a twinkle in his eye. "Or I can just say my wifey is baking a cake and ran out of sugar." He grins and her eye roll is so automatic, so quick and familiar, that he almost misses it.

Kensi tries to pin him with a serious look, but a soft smile breaks over her face anyway. "Yeah, right. Like I ever bake anything."

"Yeah, you just buy a cake and try to make everyone believe you bake it." Deeks's lips curve upward into a smile at the memory from so long ago. "But they don't know that."

Kensi's eyes crinkle in silent response. She worries at her bottom lip, like Deeks has seen her do a thousand times when he's trying to make her laugh and she's trying to resist. It's as distractingly sexy as it's telling, and his resolve almost crumbles, forgetting about the neighbors and taking her to the bedroom instead.

Kensi sees her husband run his tongue over his lips and feels her body respond. Her feet automatically carry her a few steps forward and her hands are suddenly on him. One hand tangles on his hair and the other braces against his chest as though to get her point across. "Are you sure you don't want to call the cops to deal with that and go have some fun in the bedroom? Rosa won't be home for a few hours," she whispers next to his ear, tickling the soft skin there, before she inches down and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I, uh, I-" Deeks is uncharacteristically at a loss for words, his mouth chasing after hers when she pulls back. He scrapes his teeth against her bottom lip and his eyes linger on them.

She laughs and tiptoes back towards their bedroom, her hands beckoning Deeks forward.

Deeks' first instinct is to follow, to not let her go so easily, but he has a duty that goes far beyond the LAPD oath he once swore and the NCIS manual he now follows. "Let's put a pause to this and we will continue later," he says, opening the door. "I'll be right back. You don't have to come."

Kensi groans and stops in her tracks, knowing she'd follow him anywhere he goes. "You're not going alone, Deeks. Give me a minute." She leans down and puts her shoes back on, then goes to grab her gun and badge and follows him out the door.

"Thank you," he says softly, his all-too-familiar grin finding its natural place on his face.

Kensi grins and squeezes his hand. "Anytime, partner. Now let's go bust down some doors."

"Wait, no, no. No busting down doors. We're just trying to help not cause more trouble," Deeks calls when he's left alone to chase after her, silently wondering why he thought it was a good idea to get his kickass wife to go confront their neighbors.

-x-x-x-

Together they make their way to their neighbor's house and softly knock on the door. As they wait, they take stock of the decaying plants on the sad looking pots on the porch and how all the curtains in the house are drawn. Eventually, a woman answers and they introduce themselves as neighbors, recalling how they met once why taking out the trash.

She reminds them her name is Cindy and tries to make some small talk but hesitates when her husband calls from inside the house demanding she turn the solicitors away. "I'm sorry, I was right in the middle of making dinner," she explains, blushing, but it's barely visible over the bruise already forming on her cheek.

"Is everything okay?" Deeks asks quickly as she begins to push the door shut. "We've noticed some noise coming from your house and wanted to make sure everything is alright," he says, trying to keep his tone light and not acussing.

Cindy's eyes flash and she inadvertently turns around back to the house. She opens her mouth but before she can say anything her husband, Johnny, steps up beside her. He instantly sets a hand on her hip and keeps the other behind the door, as if to limit their view of the inside.

"We don't want whatever you're offering, you can go now," Johnny says, trying to sound polite but coming across as demanding.

"We're not trying to sell you anything, we're your neighbors," Kensi interjects, signaling to their house. "We came to see if everything was alright after hearing some concerning noises."

Johnny seems taken aback by her directness but quickly composes himself. "Oh, sorry. Everything's fine. Just a minor disagreement while organizing the kitchen." He waves his hand dismissively and begins to pull his wife back inside.

Kensi can tell that he's not being entirely truthful and doubts the wife would risk saying anything incriminating in front of him. She glances over at Deeks, silently asking how far away he wants to take this.

Deeks subtly shakes his head, and says, "All good then. We also wanted to know if you've been having problems with your plumping or if it's just us."

Both Johnny and Kensi turn to him dumbfounded but he just smiles in return. "We got a leak, and the guy said it was due to old pipes. We're still new in the neighborhood so we were wondering if you have had any issues like that."

Johnny narrows his eyes, his defenses up after the abrupt subject change, but he answers anyway, "I can't say we have. But anything like that should have come up in your inspection so why don't you contact your realtor and let us move on with our night."

"We did," Deeks explains, "he said we should ask some of the neighbors to see if it's a community-wide issue. If you come with Kensi, she can show you."

Johnny reluctantly nods and follows Kensi across their yards, calling behind his back. "Go back inside, honey. I'll be right behind you. And remember I don't like my steak burned."

As they near the house, Kensi turns to look at Deeks and lifts her brow in a way that would be entirely threatening if she didn't look so hot, silently asking what the hell she's supposed to show him.

Deeks shrugs and throws her a wink as if to say you're a federal agent specializing in undercover work, figure it out.

Once Johnny is out of sight, Cindy tries to retreat back into the house, but Deeks asks her to listen to him for a second. He makes sure to take a step back as he speaks, his tone as soft and non-threatening as he can muster. "I think I know what's going on here and I know it's hard. I've been there before." At Cindy's disbelieving look, he raises his shirt slightly and points to a faint scar over his ribs. "It was a beer bottle when I was seven."

"I'm sorry," Cindy murmurs, and blinks her eyes rapidly but they fill even quicker.

"Thank you," Deeks says honestly. He knows the husband won't stay away for long, so he steers the conversation back towards her. "We can help you, if you want. You just say the word."

"He's not- He's not really." Cindy stops and wipes her tears away, winces when she bumps her blackening eye. It seems to spur her on and she nods. "How?"

"First we start by getting you away from here. I have some friends who can take you in for the night, or we can pick a shelter. I've volunteered at a few around LA, I can get you a bed. Then I'll call some friends at the LAPD." Cindy nods again and Deeks smiles, daring to hope this story will have a happy ending. "He won't hurt you again, I promise."

But Johnny is not as easily distracted as Deeks hoped and he quickly realizes what they are trying to do. Before Deeks knows what's happening, Johnny is on his face, clearly having heard at least the end of what he said. He's past being defensive and full on aggressive as he shouts, "What're you getting at?" He pulls Deeks back so roughly that he trips and would have fallen down if not for Kensi steading him. "Are you trying to accuse me of something?"

Deeks stands up straighter and doesn't back down. "We've heard some noises that sound like domestic disputes and we're concerned for your wife's safety," he says, no longer concerned with keeping the conversation civil.

Johnny's expression turns murderous and for a moment it's not his neighbor looking back at Deeks but one Gordon Brandel. "You have no right to come into my home and accuse me of something like that."

As Johnny becomes more agitated, voice raising and arms flailing about, Deeks turns back to Cindy. She's no longer inside the threshold of the house, but fully standing in the yard and cowering behind Kensi. Tears stream freely down her face and she's hugging herself as her small frame shakes. Deeks takes that as his sign and pulls out his phone.

He tries calling 9-1-1 but the husband suddenly punches him in the face, making him stumble and fall to the floor. Kensi quickly steps away from Cindy and pulls out her gun, pointing it at Johnny and telling him to back off.

Kensi helps Deeks get up and he wipes the blood from his lip. He cleans his hand on his pants and reaches back, grabbing his handcuffs off the waistband of his jeans and taking a step towards the husband. "You're under arrest, dumbass."

"It was self-defense," Johnny tries to claim as Deeks pulls his arms behind his back.

"I never laid a hand on you. And we have two witnesses to prove it." Deeks pushes him down to sit on the steps leading up to the porch and proceeds to dial 9-1-1, addressing Johnny again once he's done with the call. "And you're not only going down for domestic abuse, but also for assaulting a federal agent." He pulls out his badge and smiles as he shows it to Johnny.

"Good luck getting out of that one," Kensi says gladly. With the husband taken care of, she goes back to Cindy and hugs her softly. The distraught woman sinks into her arms and finally lets all her anguish out. Kensi runs her hand over her back and lets her sob.

The next hour is a flurry of activity as LAPD shows up to arrest the husband and take Deeks, Kensi and Cindy's statements. A few cops who know Deeks joke about him missing them so much he had to get involved in their call, others snicker about NCIS clearly having no grooming policy if he still looks like that, and the lucky few who actually know him and his past walk quietly to him and squeeze his shoulder in understanding before texting him later that night offering their support.

Then Johnny is taken into custody, and they try to help Cindy clean out the mess in her house. She refuses for the night but accepts their help the following day and takes the business cards they offer.

It's past dinnertime when Kensi drapes one arm across Deeks' shoulder and they make their way back. They stay silent as they walk across their front yard, eyes locked down as they try to ignore the abundance of neighbors that came out of their homes to check out what was happening outside.

Once inside, Deeks sits down on the couch and leans forward, resting his head in his hands. While Kensi goes to the freezer, coming back a moment later with a frozen bag of carrots. "Thank you," Deeks whispers when she carefully pushes him back against the cushions and sets the bag over the bruised side of his mouth.

They sit like that for a bit, the icy cold soothing but not as much as the featherlike touch of her fingers running through his hair. "I'm sorry we have to move again. I really didn't mean for this to happen." Deeks lets out a sigh and tips his head back to look at her face.

"I know," Kensi says in an exhale, tugging his hair away from his forehead so she can press a kiss there. "This wasn't your fault, Deeks."

"It kinda was." He smiles sheepishly and tucks himself closer against her side.

"Maybe. But we did the right thing. You know I don't like to see you hurting, physically or otherwise, but I'll never fault you for putting yourself in harm's way to help others. It's one of the things I love the most about you." Kensi says genuinely, before adding with a smirk, "Besides, you will make it up to me."

"Is that so?" Deeks raises an eyebrow in question and teasingly pokes her side.

Kensi nods and grabs her laptop from the coffee table, pulling up Zillow before she sets it over Deeks' outstretched legs.

Deeks groans but starts searching anyway. "I promise, from now on, I'll be more careful so we can stay put for a while. And who knows, maybe our new neighbors will be a little more peaceful."

"Ha! The only chance of that happening is us moving into the countryside where we wouldn't have neighbors for a few miles," Kensi mutters, rolling her eyes, knowing that trouble seems to find them no matter where they go.

"Who's moving into the countryside?" Rosa asks, alarmed, as she pushes open the door, followed by a nonchalant Roberta, who's sipping what looks suspiciously like a Margarita.

Deeks can only groan again at the sight, realizing Kensi is not the only woman in his life he will have to make it up to. But as she grabs his hand and squeezes once, he remembers they're a team and he doesn't have to face any challenge alone, be it arresting one's neighbor for domestic violence or having to move to a new place because of it.

#bad things happen bingo #NCIS Los Angeles #ncisla fanfiction #kensi blye #Marty Deeks

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densi-mber · 1 year

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In the Bleak Midwinter, Part 2

“Kensi!” Deeks shouted as they crashed into the snowdrift. His head whipped forward and then back again on impact. His seatbelt forced all the air from his lungs, making him gasp and cough.

“Deeks, are you ok?” He felt Kensi’s hands on his back, and he straightened, dragging in a chilled breath.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he managed, coughing a couple more times. “What about you?” He looked her over for signs of injury. She seemed a little shaken, but more annoyed than anything.

“Fine.” Brushing a strand of hair out of her face with a flick of her hand, she reached for her seatbelt release. She struggled with it for a second before it unlatched.

From the inside, it didn’t look like the SUV had sustained any damage; the air bags hadn’t even deployed. An avalanche of snow covered the windshield and half of the front windows, blocking his view of the hood.

“I still don’t have a signal,” Kensi said, checking her phone. “Let’s see if we can dig ourselves out.” She struggled with her door. She yanked on the handle, kicking the door when it didn’t budge. After a few more kicks, it opened with a squeaking grind as it crunched over the snow.

“Ok, that’s not fantastic,” Deeks commented once they were both outside. The front third of the SUV was covered in snow, the nose disappearing completely inside the snowbank while all four wheels sat in deep trenches.

“It’s not that bad,” Kensi insisted. “We just need to dig out before the snow freezes.”

“Ok, I’ll got get the shovel from the back.” Blowing on his already chilled hands, Deeks cast the rapidly darkening sky a glance.

***

Twenty minutes later, Deeks was ready to admit defeat. They’d shoveled away as much snow as they could, tried pushing while the other reversed, but the tires just spun, growing more encrusted with impacted slush every revolution.

His hands were beginning to ache from the cold, and Kensi’s cheeks were a bright, painful-looking pink. It didn’t help that the wind picked up either.

Setting the shovel down, he settled his hands on his knees, panting slightly.

“Kens, we need to find some kind of shelter,” he said. Kensi, bless her, was still working at the snow, and looked like she might protest. “Kensi.”

“Ok. Your right.” She gave a reluctant nod, and wiped her glove across her forehead.

“Wow, we must be in bad shape if you’re agreeing with me.”

“Oh, you’re really making me want to change my mind,” she said, tucking her hands under her arms. She surveyed the open fields, which were barren of anything but animal tracks, dried brush and trees, and a few dilapidated barns. “I guess we better start walking.”

“Is it just me, or are the flakes getting bigger?” Deeks huffed out some time later, taking a moment to stare up at the blanket of white sky. They were making pretty good time despite having to trudge through the muck.

The cold was really setting in though; he could feel it in his toes and fingers beneath thick wool, the way his skin felt painfully tight in some places. He realized Kensi hadn’t responded, even with an annoyed sound, and studied her more closely.

She kept her head lowered, arms wrapped tightly around her torso. As he watched, she stumbled over a couple steps.

“Kens?”

“What Deeks?” she snapped back, clearly thinking he was gearing up for another joke.

“How are you doing? Really?” he asked. Her shoulders caved, and her pace slowed.

“It’s getting harder to move and my fingers and I can’t really feel my fingers much anymore.” Her admission made his stomach sink. Crouching down in front of her, he tugged her glove off and gently squeezed her fingers. Fortunately, the skin was still red, but he knew that could change quickly.

Grabbing the backpack of supplies from the SUV, removing a warming back. He tore the package open with his teeth, slipping it inside Kensi’s glove.

“Deeks, what if we need it later. It’s not that bad,” she protested.

“You have mild frostbite, Kensi. The longer we can keep you warm, the faster we can get to a shelter, and the less risk of permanent damage. You know that.” After that, she didn’t protest. Though she did roll her eyes when he pulled his scarf off and wrapped it around her lower face.

They continued on, the picking up pace. Every fresh gale sliced through him until he though he might break in half. Just when he was truly beginning to lose hope, he saw something tall looming in the near distance.

“Kens,” he croaked out gleefully. “Forest Drive. We made it.” Kensi just gave him a weak smile, letting him take her arm as they made the turn. She leaned into his side, tripping over her own feet.

Forest Drive looked like a long gravel bike path more than anything and at the end, sat a small house. It took another five minutes to get to the front door. Deeks rapped on the door a couple times, not anticipating any answer since it the place looked deserted.

When no one answered, he quickly picked the lock. Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult because his hands were shaking too hard for anything more complex. Ducking inside, he kept his hand close to his gun, quickly clearing the house which consisted of a combined kitchen and sitting areas with a single room and half bath.

“It’s clear,” he told Kensi, ushering her inside. Then she just stood inside the door, eyes drooping with cold and exhaustion. “What did Mrs. Marsh say Gabriel use this place for?” Deeks asked, mostly to keep her talking.

Meanwhile, he searched around for provisions. He found a good supply of blankets and food, along with signs that someone had visited recently. More importantly, they needed heat. There was a large fireplace and logs, but he didn’t see a thermostat around.

“Uh, hunting. He used to come here in the winter to hunt deer,” she answered. Her teeth chattered so hard, she could barely get the words out.

He walked back in the sitting area after quickly perusing each room.

“Well, the good news is there’s enough food and water for a few days. In less good news, it doesn’t seem like previous owners upgraded to gas, so we’re stuck Little Housing it.”

Kensi gave him a weak smile, working to pull off her soaked gloves. Rather than watch her, Deeks started grabbing handfuls of kindling from a bin by the fireplace.

“Just give me a minute, and I can help with that.” Her breath fogged out in front of her, visible even in the dim early evening light. Being inside without any heat wasn’t all that much better.

“I’ve got, Kens. You just get anything wet off,” he insisted.

“Since when do you,” she shivered violently, then continued on as if nothing happened. “self-confirmed city boy, ever make a fire?” she asked.

“I may not have been raised as a mini-MacGyver, but I learned the basics. You don’t go camping without knowing how to create a heat source.”

Kensi seemed to accept him at his word, or maybe she was just too tired to keep arguing. Either way, she didn’t interrupt again as he built a dense bed of kindling with bits of newspaper interspersed throughout, layering several logs on top. Fortunately, they’d brought with a lighter, because he wasn’t sure he could pull off the whole rubbing sticks together thing.

Once he had a nice little fire flickering away, he turned back to Kensi. To his dismay, she was still struggling with her coat, fingers fumbling over the buttons. He took a closer look, not liking what he saw. She’d pushed her hood back, revealing her bloodless skin and unfocused gaze.

“Hey, let me get that,” he offered, not waiting for a response start popping open the buttons. His fingers were still a little stiff, but not nearly as bad as Kensi’s. In half a minute, he was helping Kensi shrug out of the coat.

He nudged her onto the sole chair in the room, dropping to his knees so he could get at her boots. Looking down at him, Kensi gave him a sleepy, grateful smile.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Anytime, partner.” He gently squeezed her feet, and she yelped, tugging free. Well, pain sensation was a good sign.

“I would kill for a hot chocolate,” she mumbled.

“I only saw water and tea around, but I have another suggestion I don’t think you’ll like very much.”

Kensi lifted her head, eyes turning suspicious despite her exhaustion . What?”

“We’re going to have to cuddle,” he told her seriously.

***

A/N: My apologies for not getting around to the actual cuddling. I hope the cold whump made up for it.

My reasoning for why Kensi and Deeks didn’t stay behind in the SUV with the heater running is because the battery might give out before someone finds them and then they’d be really stuck.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 13 #ncisla fanfiction #Deeks and Kensi whump #of the hypothermia frostbite variety #worried Deeks #by ejzah

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ejzah · 2 years

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 10

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Dinner turned out surprisingly well. Despite Deeks’ worries, the food was delicious, and Caleb kept them entertained with a series of loosely connected stories. Every so often, he would glance over at Kensi with a little smile.

When his plate was about two-thirds empty, Caleb pushed it back with a long sigh, leaning back as he rubbed his stomach.

“Daddy, I can’t eat anymore,” he said pitifully.

“Oh, then I bet you’re way too full for dessert,” Deeks teased, and Caleb immediately straightened up, fully alert and without a hint of discomfort.

“I’m not that full.” He gave his dad a worried look as Deeks unsuccessfully smothered a laugh. “And look, I ate all my green beans.”

“Ok, give me a second you little fiend.” He ruffled Caleb’s hair before heading back into the kitchen and returned with a small store bought chocolate cake. Caleb ate his slice enthusiastically, much to their amusement, completely silent for the first time this evening.

“Daddy, can I go play?” he asked when he’d scraped up every last crumb.

“Yeah, go ahead, but clear your place first.”

Grabbing everything from his spot, Caleb quickly rinsed his plate and glass at the sink and then put them to the side. Normally, Kensi might have been suspicious that Deeks was trying to show off or give a false representation of their home life, but it was obvious this was a normal routine for them. Plus, aside from Deeks’ worries about the meal, he’d been refreshingly open about his faults.

“You wanna play with legos with me, Miss Blye?” Caleb offered on his way out of the room. “I got a new set that makes a farmhouse.”

“I’d love to play legos with you, but first I have to help your dad clean up from dinner.”

His head dipped a little at her response and he sighed heavily.

“Ok, but don’t take too long, alright? Because It’s super cool. There’s a tiny cow, sheep, and even a tractor that you get to construct.”

“Alright, we’ll be out in a little bit,” Deeks told him, bending to give him a quick kiss on the very top of his head. “Remember, it’s a school night so don’t make a big mess.”

“Uh-huh.”

While Deeks started clearing the rest of the table, Kensi went in search of storage containers.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” he said after she opened the the third cabinet and found a collection of plastic and glass Tupperware.

“I don’t mind helping,” Kensi said. Which is how she found herself standing side-by-side with Deeks, drying dishes as he washed them. There was something oddly comfortable about doing the simple task together.

“So, what does your mom do that she was called in so last minute? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“She runs a catering business,” Deeks answered easily. “Someone called off so mom had to step in for a 200 guest wedding. It’s a crazy life, but she loves it.”

“I assumed you didn’t have anyone close by because otherwise you seem very family oriented,” Kensi observed, realizing a second too late that it sounded extremely judgmental. Fortunately, Deeks didn’t seem offended; he nodded in apparent agreement.

“I love my mother deeply and she is a wonderful people, but we tend to drive each other crazy when we spend too much time together. It’s better for everyone if we’re not in easy driving distance of each other which is why I purposely chose a house two hours away.”

“I’ll bet she wasn’t a fan of that.”

“She wasn’t at first. But I reminded her what happened when we stayed with her for a week after the divorce.” Deeks chuckled softly, pausing with a sponge in his hand. “We nearly annoyed each other to death within the first two days. And that was while mom was working part of the time.”

“Well, those kinds of situations are hard on everyone,” Kensi offered diplomatically.

“Yes, they are. It doesn’t help that Mama tends to be brutally honest. Which can be a beautiful thing, just not when you’re trying to keep a mildly civil relationship with your ex,” he said.

Deeks handed her a baking dish, and rubbed beneath his nose, leaving behind a streak of soap.

“And your dad?” she asked as she dried the dish and set it to the side.

“Out of the picture. He was, to put it nicely, a grade A ass,” he answered, smiling sarcastically. “My mom eventually got tired of his crap and filed for divorce when I was about 11. Best decision she ever made in my opinion.” It was the most negatively Kensi ever heard him speak about anyone so far, including his ex.

It explained a lot thought. While some adults mirrored their parents behavior, it was obvious that Deeks had done the opposite. His relationship with Caleb was proof enough of that.

Although he hadn’t said anything specific, she would bet Deeks’ gentle form of parenting was in direct reaction to his father’s methods.

“What about you? I feel like all we do is talk about me and you’re still kind of a mystery. What deep dark secrets are in Kensi Blye’s closet?” He said it jokingly enough that Kensi knew he wouldn’t push for any information, but she heard the curiosity in his voice.

“Well, my mom is a realtor and dad’s a colonel in the Marines. They’re divorced too. Fortunately, very amicably.” In the beginning when their relationship started to wane, they’d fought some, but it was never violent. Mostly, they’d drifted apart and didn’t have the resources to fix it. “I was old enough during the divorce to choose who I spent most of my time with and I picked my dad.”

“Wow, and he was still in the military all that time?” Deeks asked, resting his forearms on the edge of the sink basin. There were a few more plates and piece of silverware left but he didn’t seem in a hurry to finish.

“Yeah. Traveling and moving across country pretty frequently was rough sometimes, especially as a teenager. We got through it though and sometimes I stayed with mom if I needed a break,” Kensi said. “I guess that might seem like a horrible situation and crappy parenting.” Despite her best efforts, she knew she sounded defensive. Over the years, teachers, friends, and colleagues had expressed everything from sympathy to outright disapproval. “But it’s all I ever knew and most of the time I loved it. I got to experience things that no one else would.”

Deeks shrugged, bracing his arms so he was half-bent over the sink. There was a soft look in his eyes as he faced her.

“I don’t think that at all. It sounds like you had two loving parents who

listened to you and tried to do what was best in difficult circumstances,” he murmured. A touch of wistfulness crossed his face. “It’s commendable.”

“A lot of people would disagree with you.”

“Well, then they’re idiots,” Deeks said bluntly enough to make Kensi snort in surprise. It was a simple statement, but Kensi appreciated it more than Deeks could ever know. After so many years of defending her parents, her lifestyle as a child, she expected judgment and derision. It was a welcome relief to have someone who accepted her as is.

Her appreciation must have been apparent as she stared at Deeks for far too long because he dipped his head, cheeks reddening beneath his beard. Now that was an interesting reaction. She’d noticed he didn’t handle compliments very well a couple other times.

“So, uh, what are your parents doing these days?” he asked, focusing his attention on washing a steak with extreme thoroughness. Kensi hid a smile, though she continued to stare intently at the side of his face.

“My mon moved to Nevada a few years ago when she remarried and my dad still travels a lot with the military,” she explained. “Mom keeps trying to convince me to move closer, but, I don’t know. I think I’d like to settle for a little while. I’ve got friends and a good job that I don’t want to lose.”

“I don’t blame you.” Deeks sighed heavily. “As nice as it was to have a clean break, it was hard to leave everything I knew behind.”

“Well, you have new friends now,” Kensi reassured him. “LA is a big place, but the St. Bridget’s community is close knit, in case you haven’t noticed. Admittedly, a little too much sometimes,” she allowed, thinking of Nell and Candace’s ability to spread gossip faster than any form of social media. “If you ever need anything, there’s usually someone to help.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it. And everything you’ve done for me and Caleb.”

“You’re welcome.” She accepted the final plate from Deeks and quickly dried it in a few swipes of her towel before adding, “Just don’t spread it around too much, cause not everyone gets the Kensi Blye special treatment.”

“Deal,” Deeks agreed with a chuckle. “Alright, well I think that’s about it.” He pulled the plug from the drain and wiped any stray water from the counters.

“Just one more thing,” Kensi said, taking his shoulder to turn him towards her. “You have a little bit of—” she gestured to her own face before running her thumb across his upper lip to wipe away the bit of soap suds. Deeks inhaled sharply at her touch and suddenly it wasn’t quite so innocent.

She should have pulled away, but instead she lingered, enjoying the feeling of soft hair against her skin. Shifting her hand, she trailed her fingers down his cheek and saw his eyes dip to the slight V of her shirt before he caught himself and hastily pulled his gaze back up.

Kensi swayed towards him, heart beating impossibly fast as she rested her other hand on Deeks’ chest. He licked his lips, tongue darting out for a second and drawing her eyes while the tension grew between them. Kensi rose up on her toes towards him—

“Daddy?”

Deeks jerked back instantly, turning to face the sink again, and settled a hand on his hip, running his hands through his hair. He let out a sigh of frustration.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“No, it’s ok,” Kensi assured him. “Let’s go see what he needs. Nodding, Deeks offered her a wry smile and made a quick retreat towards the living room.

As she followed him, Kensi couldn’t decide if she was relieved or disappointed that they’d been interrupted. For one thing, it certainly made things more complicated.

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A/N: My apologies for the lateness. Today was my nephew’s fourth birthday party, so I spent a good part of the day there. Hope you enjoy the chapter as always and that for all your support!

#ncisla fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #Caleb Deeks #lawyer deeks #teacher Kensi #In Miss Blye’s Class #Part 10 #AU #light angst #fluff #romance #self indulgent author #ejzah fanfiction

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ncisla-westaytogether · 2 years

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NCIS: LA, Season 14. We’re back¡

Best day of the year has arrived¡ The new season starts today, new stories, new adventures with the same passion and enthusiasm as the very first day¡ Happy Premiere day to all the cast and crew, and to all the NCISLA’ fam around here¡ Ready for another awesome year of episodes, fanarts and of course fanfiction¡

#NCISLA #Season 14 #Densi #team work makes the dream work

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mashmaiden · 4 years

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AN: OMG, did I just churn this out in the last 80 minutes on the fly with no preparation? Yes. I blame @glenncoco4, @wanna-be-bold, @psyched1328, and @ejzah ! But here it is!

“Sadie! Wash your hands before you grab your hair stuff!” Deeks called after his eldest daughter as she ran down the hallway.

“Okay Daddy!”

“We do not want a repeat of the syrup incident,” he narrated to Kimi, who was still gumming her waffle pieces with her 3 little teeth. He secured the wrap around his torso, attacked Kimi’s hands and face with a baby wipe, and maneuvered her into the baby sling. “Too many tears,” he lamented, referring more to his wife’s than his little girl’s when they’d had to cut two inches from her curly locks.

At the sound of feet pattering toward him, Deeks took a seat on the well-loved ottoman, putting him at the perfect height for handling Sadie’s hair.

“What are we doing today, kiddo?”

“Ummm, piggytail braids!” Sadie deposited the hair ties and brush at his feet.

“What was that?” he prompted the almost five-year-old, with a little tickle to her tummy.

“Piggybraids please Daddy!” She responded in a near-shriek, causing Kimi to fuss. “Oops, sorry!”

“It’s okay Princess,” Deeks said, which worked for both his girls, calming Kimi while inspecting the hair products for stickiness.

Once the tools passed inspection, Deeks began brushing through the bright blonde locks.

“Hair tie please,” Deeks requested once the first pleat had been formed. Once he secured the end, he looked up, surprised to find his wife at the edge of the room, toddler on her hip, and her phone in her hand, capturing the moment.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Kensi insisted. She came over and kissed both girls on the head before kissing her husband’s lips. “I didn’t think anything could make me love you more, but I was wrong.” The second kiss they shared was heated, but lasted just a moment, as their two-year-old requested a greeting as well.

Kensi set Sean down beside Deeks and gave everyone one last round of kisses before pulling away reluctantly. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for my meeting. You guys going to be okay?” She teased, knowing her husband was well versed in kiddie-juggling.

“Of course!” Sadie cried out, always happy to help watch over her younger siblings. “Ow, daddy!”

“Sorry Sadie,” Deeks rubbed the base of her skull where he’d pulled the braid a bit too tight. “Better?”

“Yes. You going to be home for dinner, Mommy?”

“Yes, I will. I can’t miss Sketti night!” Spaghetti night was everyone’s favorite in the Deeks household.

Sadie and Sean cheered at the prospect, and waved goodbye to Kensi as she left.

“Sadie, hair tie.”

“Hair tie what?” She asked, in the matter of fact manner that reminded Deeks so much of Kensi.

“Sorry Baby Girl. Hair tie please.” Sadie handed it off and Deeks fastened the last braid. “Okay, lemme look. Spin!”

Sadie turned and Deeks internally frowned at the slight unevenness of the two braids. Hopefully Sadie wouldn’t notice and request a redo. She could be quite particular when she wanted to be.

“Looks good!”

“Thank you, Daddy!” She reached to give him a hug, barely managing to reach him with Kimi strapped between them.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go get your siblings ready and dressed so we can head off to school.”

“Oh, Can I help? I pick Kimi’s clothes!” Sadie ran off before Deeks could answer and he laughed.

Not wanting to be left out, Sean chased after her, “I help too!”

Deeks looked down at his youngest and gave her a soft kiss as he made his way to the bedrooms. “Let’s go make sure they don’t empty your whole closet trying to agree on something,” he chuckled.

#densi fanfiction #omg did I actually write something?!#crazy!#Not edited #ncisla fanfiction #My writing

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cbetham · 3 years

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🤔🤔🤔 do we need to go back into the fanfics we’ve written over the years and correct everything to “Martin Atticus Deeks”?

#ncis los angeles #ncisla fanfiction #martin atticus deeks #no one had atticus on their bingo card #marty deeks

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penpatronuswhump · 4 years

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Summary: When a pair of Russian mobsters kidnap two of Callen's friends, he "goes rogue" to take them on all by himself. Sequel to "Everything That Can Go Wrong." Bromance, hurt/comfort, adventure.

Previously on NCIS Los Angeles: In my story, "Everything That Can Go Wrong," Sam and Callen were kidnapped and tortured. They befriended their jailers - two orphaned brothers named Jake and Darren. What they thought was a run-of-the-mill Los Angeles gang turned out to be a school of sorts where street kids learned how to torture federal agents. The masterminds were two Russians. In the final scene, Callen admitted to Hetty that he knew them. When pressed for more information, Callen just said, "I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me, Hetty…"

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glenncoco4 · 6 years

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@mashmaiden, I don’t know if this was what you were picturing, but here it is!

Kensi and Deeks had come over to Julia's to put the finishing touches on their wedding that was happening in just two shorts months. They were waiting on Roberta to arrive cause Lord knows if she's left out of anything they'll both be hearing about it for the rest of their lives.

"Martin, I don't think you've ever told me why you love the beach so much."

Kensi comes back from the kitchen, bottle of water in hand. "Yeah, I haven't heard that one either, babe."

He gets a nostalgic look on his face as his mind goes back in time. "Well, I've always loved the beach, but this one specific day made it that much more special."

Kensi sits down next to him on the couch, squeezing his knee, urging him to continue.

"I can't believe my mom won't leave that bastard. One day. Oh, one day he'll get what's coming to him." The eleven year old huffs as he steps off the pavement and onto the sand. Finally he's here. The beach. His safe place. Once he reaches the perfect spot, he plops down in the sand, careful not to get any sand in or around his cast.

One day I'm gonna get away from all of that and be somebody. I'm gonna make something of myself and be better than he’ll ever be. His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a soccer ball flies and lands right next to him.

Chasing the ball down, a young brunette girl comes in his direction. "Sorry, I don't think my dad anticipated it getting past me."

He waves her off, still mad, but he doesn't want to be rude so he looks up at her."It's okay." He gives her the biggest smile that he can muster and quickly turns his attention back to the water.

Thinking that she's already left, he lets out the tears that have threatened to fall since he arrived.

"Hey, are you okay?" The brunette ask, sitting down next to him in the sand.

He quickly wipes the tears from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She shakes her head. "I call bullshit."

Turning towards her, he smiles the first real smile that he's had in a long time."Wow."

"What?"

"You're very assertive, aren't you."

"Well, there's obviously something wrong and if there's something wrong you probably need someone to talk to."

He gives her a weary smile. He doesn't want to get her involved.

"Okay, if you won't tell me, will you at least come play with us? You can be on my mom's team. She need's all the help she can get."

He's conflicted. "I don't know."

"Come on. It'll cheer you up." The girl smiles, trying to persuade him.

Not thinking that there’s anything wrong with playing a little game of soccer. I mean what could it hurt? "Okay, but I'll have to be careful with my cast."

They get up and make their way back over to the girl's parents.

"Mom. Dad. This is….." The young brunette pauses, realizing that she didn't catch his name.

"Marty." He says quietly.

"Marty, this is my mom and dad."

He sticks his hand out shaking both of their hands. "It's nice to meet you ma'am. You too, sir."

"Boy, has manners." The girl's dad smiles. "I like him already."

Marty beams at the man's words. It's more affirmation than he's ever heard from his own father.

He then turns towards the young brunette. "I didn't catch your name, princess."

She gets a look in her eyes and glares at him. "Unless you want a cast on your other arm to match the one you already have, I wouldn't call me princess, if I were you."

"Kensi!" Her mother yells.

Kensi turns towards the older woman. “What?”

Marty can't help but chuckle at the feisty young girl. "Sorry, Kensi. I won't let it happen again."

"Thank you." She smiles and then picks up the ball, ready to play.

"Alright, mom and Marty against me and dad!" Kensi shouts.

"No, no, Kensi. I'm not playing." The older woman states.

"Party pooper." She huffs, earning a chuckle from him.

"Hey, Kens. How about we just do some juggling?" The older man says as he notices the young boy's cast.

"Okay."

She gets the ball on the top of her foot and starts juggling it back and forth with the tops of her feet.

Marty is locked in on her juggling just waiting for her to pass and soon enough she does.

Once he gets the ball, he repeats the same moves she had but what shocks Kensi and her parents even more is how well he handles the ball. He brings the ball from his foot to his knee, bounces it a couple of times and then brings it back down to his foot. Once there he starts bouncing it on one foot, kicks it up and then quickly circles his foot around it with the ball ending up on his foot again. He repeats this a few times with each foot when he finally looks up to see who to pass it to next he stops. The young girl and both her parents are staring at him in awe.

The girl's father walks up to him. "Wow, son. That was really good."

Marty is struck again at the older man's words. "Thank you, sir. That means more to me then you'll ever know."

The man gives him a look that he's not sure what to make of, but decides to not thinking anything more of it when the girl's mother calls out to him.

"That was really great, Martin."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Once Kensi comes out of her trance, she runs over to him. "Marty, that was really good. Where did you learn that?"

He gives her a sad smile. "I have a lot of time on my hands with my broke arm and all. I needed something to do, since I can't be out in the water right now, so I went down to the park one day and watched a bunch of soccer players. Then I practiced until I got it down."

Once he realizes how long he's been gone he knows he has to say goodbye. "Well, I better get back home." He walks up to the couple, shaking both of their hands. "Thank you, both, for letting me interrupt your family time."

"Nonsense. It was a pleasure to meet you, young man."

He turns towards Kensi to say goodbye and is surprised when she hugs him. "Bye, Marty. I hope we see you again."

As he’s about to leave her father speaks up asking him a question that catches him off guard. "Actually, we're here to celebrate Kensi's birthday and going to Disneyland tomorrow. Would you like to come?"

He wishes he could say yes, but he knows that there's no way on God's green earth that that rat-bastard of a father of his will let him go. "I wish I could, but I have a family thing."

They all nod their head in understanding.

He takes a risk and kisses the young girl on the cheek making both of them blush. "Happy Birthday, Kensi. I hope we meet again someday."

Shock is still set on Kensi's face as he walks away. He doesn't even get to stay long enough to see the smirks playing on her mother and father's faces.

Julia is completely shocked. No wonder he looked familiar. Remembering that day so vividly now as retells the story, she gets up quickly and heads upstairs.

Kensi listens intently as he continues to relive that day and how it affected him. "I know it's crazy, but in the brief moments I spent with them, they showed me what a true family was suppose to be like and what I hoped to have someday. But the man, the girl's father, how he treated the girl and her mother is what truly stuck with me. He showed me what a real dad and husband was suppose to be. He showed me what a true man was suppose to be like. The way I could see how much he loved his wife and little girl has stuck with me forever."

Julia returns with a photo album in hand and the couple turn, not even realizing that she left the room in the first place. She sits next to Kensi and opens the album. "Look." She points to a picture. It's of a young Kensi, Donald and a young shaggy haired blonde boy with a cast on his arm, playing soccer on the beach.

"It can't be." "Is that?" They both say at the same time.

"I knew something seemed familiar about you." She turns, looking at her daughter and her fiancé.

A flabbergasted Deeks turns to an even more flabbergasted Kensi. "Wow."

"Yeah." Is all he can say.

Kensi's squints her eyes, thinking about that day. "I can't believe I didn't remember that. I mean after seeing this picture, it's coming back to me, but I can't believe I didn't ever think of it before."

"You were eight. I'm pretty sure forgot about it the next day. What's weird is that I remembered that day clearly and I still can't believe I didn't put two and two together. I mean, how many feisty brunettes named Kensi live in California? You've obviously changed over the years and I guess not recognizing that that was you would be understandable, but your mom….."

"Oh, I can explain that." Julia interrupts them. "You see….I had this thing on top of my head that was often referred to as a brown football helmet." She cringes. "Not my greatest look. So that was probably one of the reasons you didn't recognize me."

He and Kensi both nod in understanding.

Kensi turns to look in his eyes and can't quite decipher what she sees. "What is it, baby?"

His eyes start to water as he realizes that he got to do something that he thought he would never be able to do. "I can't believe I got to do something that I never thought I'd be able to do."

Her brow furrows, not understanding where he's going with this. "What's that?"

He lets out a laugh as the tears fall from his eyes. "I got to meet your dad."

That's when it hits her like a ton of brick. As she stares at the man that's about to become her husband, she lets out a teary eyed laugh when she realizes that the one thing that she's always wanted had actually already happened. She leans forwards, smiling as she kisses him. Pulling back, she lays her head on his shoulder, giving a content sigh as they both stare at the 28 year old photo. "Yeah, I guess you did."

Leaning his head on her's he comes to another realization. "It's crazy, but that brief encounter with your father was a million times better than anything I experienced with my own and in a way the man who I now know was Donald Blye was my father figure. Every time I would think about my future kids and what kind of father I would be, I would picture Brandel and know that was not how I would be with my kids and then I would picture that man and his little girl at the beach and I knew that that was exactly what I would strive for when I became a father."

Kensi is in awe. She's elated that her father was able to change the way that the man she loved more than anything pictured what a father was suppose to be like. "I'm glad you got that experience, even if was just for a brief moment in time. But even if you hadn’t gotten it, I know that you're gonna be the best dad that there ever was."

They both sit there, basking in the memory of when they first met.

"But life inevitably throws us curve balls, unexpected circumstances that remind us to expect the unexpected. I've come to understand these curve balls are the beautiful unfolding of both karma and current." - Carre Otis

#densi drabble #densi fanfic #densi #kensi blye #marty deeks #kensi x deeks #ncisla #ncisla fanfiction #julia feldman

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alittlepronetopanic · 6 years

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Preview of Part 3 of Someone’s Gonna Rescue You

I feel bad that it’s taking so long to actually write and post this part so here’s a little preview of part 3 that I have managed to write. :)

Part 1. Part 2.

Preview under the cut.

Callen had barely slept since he left headquarters. Jerking in his sleep, he woke up to realise he was in his car. He was almost annoyed with himself for having slept through any part of this. Taking out his phone, he checked the time that was left 14:02:23. He wouldn't even know where to begin when it came to finding you. Making his way towards the house you shared, it was a little unnerving to see the yellow crime scene tape outside his own home; he was always used to seeing it outside other people's, but if was definitely worse seeing it here.

Walking into the house, he hoped that Janvier would've left something that gave some kind of indication of where you were. But he knew that he either would do it just to play more games with him, or he wouldn't be that stupid to begin with. He put one hand close to his back, ready to grab his gun if he needed to. Eventually, he decided he felt safer to take it out and arm himself from the minute he entered his house.

Once he felt satisfied that his house was empty, he put his gun back tucked into the back of his trousers. It suddenly felt strange to him to be in his own house, knowing that things may never be the same again.

#NCISLA Fanfiction #NCIS: Los Angeles Fanfiction #Callen x Reader #Fanfiction

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ao3feed-ncislosangeles · 3 years

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by TheLoversTheDreamersAndMe. This is a spectacular one shot about some of Hetty’s thoughts on her team, I highly suggest you all read this!

#ncis la fanfiction #hetty lange #ncis la #ncisla #NCIS Los Angeles

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pentopaper23 · 3 years

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Anyone know of any Densi fanfictions were deeks dresses up in his police uniform?

Gif for attention.

#densi #ncisla #ncis los angeles #ncis la #kensi blye deeks #marty deeks #kensi x deeks #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic #pentopaper23 #densi fanfic #densi fanfiction #kensi x deeks fanfiction #ncis la fanfiction #ncis los angeles fanfiction

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densi-mber · 1 year

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The Squid and Dagger Special

A/N: It’s been too long since I’ve featured Callen and Deeks’ shenanigans at the bar.

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“Alright, here’s the last one,” Deeks announced, hefting a small keg off the floor while Callen dispensed small glasses of an umber colored beer, and passed them across the bar.

Seated along the bar, Kensi, Sam, Eric, and Nell accepted the glasses with varying levels of caution. Sam looked downright apprehensive.

“Are you sure a beer flight, of your own microbrew, is a good idea?” Kensi asked carefully, turning on of the five choices in front of her. That particular variety had an unnaturally bright amber color.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Callen asked.

“Yeah, you’ll be the first to taste the fruits of our collective labor and brilliant imaginations,” Deeks added. They’d spent the last several months crafting 6 different beers, with the intent to debut them on tap the following week.

“Because you’re crazy,” Sam responded to Callen’s question. He gestured towards Deeks, and then Callen. “And your tastebuds should be condemned.”

“That’s kind of harsh.” Callen looked anything but offended. In fact, he seemed pretty delighted.

“Eric, Nell, back me up.” Sam turned his attention to the younger pair.

“Hey, I am always open to new experiences,” Nell said with a shrug. She’d changed into a bright purple dress paired with shocking green jewelry after work. If she added a pair of white boots, she wouldn’t have looked out of place in a 1960s beach movie. “It sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, it sounds like fun,” Eric agreed with a little less enthusiasm. “These two don’t look that bad,” he added, sniffing a pale yellow and then coffee colored beer. “They smell decent too.”

“I am proud of how hard you worked on this,” Kensi said, eyeing Deeks fondly. She’d often teased him about his hobby, but overall supported the endeavor. Kensi had also acted as one his first taste testers, vetoing some of their initial attempts.

“Traitors,” Sam muttered under his breath.

“Ok guys, this is the moment of truth,” Deeks said, exhaling heavily. “You ready, partner?”

“Yep. I say we start with the ale on the right. It’s a combination of peach and nectarine.”

They all grabbed the pale yellow beer, and Deeks raised his glass in the air.

“To the Squid and Dagger’s inaugural beer tasting.”

“Hear, hear!” Nell joined in loudly before taking a sip. Deeks surveyed hers and everyone else’s reactions. Truthfully, he was just the tiniest bit nervous.

“Hm, that’s not bad,” Eric commented with some surprise.

“Uh, not bad, this is fantastic!” Nell corrected, draining her glass.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s ok,” Sam agreed begrudgingly.

“It’s really good,” Kensi offered, leaning over to kiss Deeks’ cheek. “Congratulations, guys.”

Beside him, Callen took another small sip, frowning as he mulled over the flavor.

“Yeah, I’m not really a fan,” he decided.

“Of course no. You want more of the skunky beer.” Sam made a disgusted sound. “What’s next?”

Deeks and Callen shared a smile, and Callen held up the darkest of the beers.

“We call this one the Squid and Dagger Special,” he informed them happily. “I came up with this one myself. It’s squid with hints of seaweed and salmon.”

“Oh hell no,” Sam swore loudly.

“Oh, yeah, that doesn’t sound fun anymore,” Nell said. Kensi and Eric were making sounds of dismay.

“Hey, you did promise you’d try them all,” Deeks reminded them, almost gleefully.

“We did.” Kensi grimaced, holding the glass up to her eye.

“Then drink up,” Callen encouraged, downing his in one gulp.

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A/N: This is a continuation of one of my more ridiculous premises that Callen and Deeks start making beer together. Callen has a penchant for particularly vile combinations, which Deeks usually goes along with.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 9 #marty deeks #kensi blye #Callen #sam hanna #eric and Nell #ncisla fanfiction #the squid and Dagger #by ejzah

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