#pre densi

[ejzah]

A/N: A random little fic where Kensi first recognizes she might feel more for Deeks than just friendship.

***

Missed Chances

“Well, you should come over and I’ll show you sometime.”

“Does that include a hands-on demonstration?”

Kensi stills in the tunnel as Deeks chuckles, a touch of surprise in his voice, in response to Agent Lesley Brown’s question.

“There will be a portion,” he responds, and Kensi thinks there’s a hint of flirtation to the words. Frowning, she slowly walks the rest of the way to the bullpen.

Deeks is casually perched on the edge of his desk, Agent Brown in front of him. The small blonde woman’s chest nearly brushes Deeks, her legs between either of his, and one hand resting on his right forearm.

Deeks and she had certainly found themselves in far more compromising positions over the years. Little touches, caresses, hugs, had all become commonplace for them. Yes somehow this seems so much worse.

As Kensi watches, Lesley reaches up and brushes a curl off Deeks’ temple. Something about the gesture, so simple yet intimate, makes Kensi’s heart clench with unexpected pain. She presses her fist to her chest, stunned by the intensity of her reaction.

Before Kensi has a chance to figure out what the hell is going on, Deeks shifts from behind Lesley, his lips quirking with a smile.

“Kensi! Hey, I didn’t see you come in,” he says, hopping off the desk.

“Hey. I’m surprised to see you here before 9 AM, Deeks,” Kensi replies, hoping she doesn’t sound as shaky as she feels. Moving over to her desk, she keeps her back turned as she sets her bag down, giving her the time to adjust her expression.

When she turns around again, Lesley is right at Deeks’ side again. Like they’re an established pair.

“I had a few questions about yesterday’s case,” Lesley explains with a fond, knowing smile in Deeks’ direction. She touches his forearm. Just a brief brush of her fingers. “Deeks was kind enough to come in early and help me out.”

“Yes, he’s very giving,” Kensi observes dryly. The space between Deeks’ eyes furrows, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Then somehow we got on hobbies, and Deeks mentioned how much he likes to surf. I think I’ve almost convinced him to give me a lesson this Saturday before I leave you guys,” Lesley continues without a hint of cattiness or possessiveness. Which would make it so much easier to hate her. She’s just too nice.

“I told you, I haven’t actually taught in years,” Deeks warns hers. Nodding to Kensi, he adds, “You wanna come with?”

She stares back at him. Is he joking? Making fun of her? Or worse, taking pity. Because there’s no way on earth she wants to accompanying him on a date disguised as a surfing outing.

“I already know how to surf. Besides, I already have plans.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” This time, Lesley doesn’t sound all that disappointed.

“Ok, well, you know there’s always a spare board for you if you change your mind,” Deeks says.

“Thanks.” Kensi makes a show of getting out her laptop, logging on, and getting to work, though in reality, a blank expense report fills the screen.

After a couple minutes, Deeks and Lesley go back to chatting. She watches how comfortable they are with each other, the way Lesley gently shoves at his arm or leans in like he’s sharing something private. Deeks’ unbridled laughs at whatever Lesley has to say. The ache in her chest return, sharper and heavier than before.

It shouldn’t matter who Deeks flirts with or goes on surfing dates with. They’re just partners. Somehow that reminder doesn’t quell the ache.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre densi #longing #realization of romantic feelings #ejzah fanfiction

[densi-mber]

A/N: Set in mid to late season 4. Also, thanks to @mashmaiden for finding pictures to go with these fics!

***

What’s Another Word for Jealousy

“Thank you so much, Miss Hart. We appreciate you taking the time to talk to us,” Deeks said, offering a smile to the waitress he and Kensi had just finished interviewing. The woman’s cheeks flushed slightly under her gaze, and Kensi barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His affect on women was simultaneously impressive and annoying. “If you think of anything else, feel free to give us a call.”

“Sure, of course,” she said, nodding as she accepted the business card Deeks handed her. She took it like he’d offered her a fine piece of jewelry and not a piece of card stock with the NCIS hotline number.

The turned to go, getting a few yards away when Miss Hart called out “Detective!”

Deeks looked over his shoulder, shrugging at Kensi before he jogged back over. When he reached her, Miss Hart took Deeks’ elbow, turning him so he was slightly facing away. Kensi’s mouth dropped open at the woman’s audacity.

As she watched, Deeks dipped his head as the waitress stretched up on her toes to whisper something in his ear. Based on Deeks’ shift in posture, Kensi guessed it was something obscene. Then, she held out a square of paper, her expression clearly sly, even from a distance. After a moment of hesitation, Deeks took the paper, nodding a couple times before he headed back towards Kensi.

Kensi waited for him, arms folded over her chest. Once he was within a foot or two, she started walking, clenching her jaw to avoid saying one of a dozen nasty comments.

“So, it sounds like Evans got mixed up with a gang trying to make extra money, and got in over his head,” Deeks said as they headed back to the SUV. “The question is, was it friendly fire or one of their enemies.“

Kensi said nothing, for both their sakes. She didn’t need to embarrass herself, or unload her own ridiculous feelings onto him.

“Ok, what did I do wrong?” he asked after a few second, because he was always too perceptive of her moods for his own good. “You got that whole,” he waved his hand, “I’m mad but pretending that I’m not look.”

“I’m not mad,” Kensi insisted. “I don’t think it’s very professional to flirt on the job. Although, I suppose she was pretty. In a little sister kind of way.”

“Wait, are you jealous? Of her?” Deeks sounded completely surprised, which somehow made it worse.

“Of course not. I did think you were beyond picking up witnesses’ phone numbers,” Kensi replied haughtily to cover just how much it did bug her.

“Actually, she gave me her number, unprompted,” Deeks corrected. “And, you can have it.” He reached into his pocket, coming out with a crumpled piece of paper. “Here.”

Kensi held out her hand without thinking, the little ball of paper dropping into her palm. She stared at it in quiet bemusement.

“See, no reason to be upset.” He crossed his arms, one leg extended to the side, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I was not upset.” They’d reached the SUV now, but hadn’t made any move to get in.

“Sure.” He smirked, shaking his head slightly. He looked frustrated, which Kensi hadn’t expected. “When you figure out what you’re feeling, let me know. Otherwise, don’t get mad when someone flirts with me.”

Kensi stayed still, dumbfounded by his blatant acknowledgment of the topic they silently agreed not to discuss and the annoyance in his tone.

He moved towards the passenger side of the SUV, in front and added, “And just for the record, I haven’t been getting anyone’s number for a while now.”

Kensi stared after him, caught between wanting to prove him wrong and finally spit out the truth. In the end, she got in driver’s seat and said nothing.

***

A/N: Title borne of my own struggle to think of another word for the concept of jealousy.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 9 #ncis la fanfiction #pre densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #jealous Kensi #season 4 #ncis la #by ejzah

[television-overload]

Nine people I’d like to get to know better

Thanks for tagging me @enigmaticxbee ! ♥

Last Song: Wastin' Time by AMH (Adam and the Metal Hawks). It's like if Jack Black was the lead singer for AC/DC and made music in the 2020s (AKA: Fantastic, we need more of this, but I'm a big fan of any music pre-2000 and this ticks the boxes)

Favorite Color: Sage green at the moment

Currently Watching: Rewatching NCIS for the millionth time (slowly). Also trying to keep up on Abbott Elementary.

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Honestly couldn't choose. Spicy stuff needs to at least have flavor, otherwise I'm not a fan. Right now I have way too much candy laying around.

Relationship Status: So chronically single that it's not even funny. And yet I write ship fic lol

Current Obsession: X-Files and NCIS. Cadbury milk chocolate mini eggs (part of the stash of candy that I have too much of haha)

Tagging: @butwhenthesuncameup @benedettabeby @lyricalnerd @randomfoggytiger @agent-troi @slippery-soapbox @densi-obsessed @skelavender @hopeless-nostalgiac

#tag game #9 people you want to know better

[chrisodonline]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @herveiwfromthefloor

1. Are you named after anyone?

That’s a debate actually! Am I named after my dad’s ex-girlfriend? Or am I named after his cousin? Or am I named after a combination of both? WHO IS TO SAY?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, I definitely teared up earlier. I know I’ve cried recently, though. It’s not uncommon when I feel ANY kind of strong emotion. 

3. Do you have kids?

Nope x1000

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sarcasm? Me? That neverrrrr happens.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm, I’m so bad with faces. I think their hair color usually so I can try and remember their names. When I meet two people with the same hair color at the same time? Good luck to them! They will always be the same person to me no matter how different they look in all other respects!

6. What's your eye color?

Deeeeeeeep brown. 

7. Scary movie or happy ending

Happy ending. Don’t you dare give me a scary movie. If it is spookier than SO WEIRD, I am OUT.

8. Any special talents?

I don’t know, man. What’s a special talent? At work I’m good at remembering things, and I am excellent at forecasting well enough to foresee problems and pre-solve them, if we’re going for LinkedIn skills and talents. I like to imagine I have some writing talent. But is that special?

9. Where were you born?

[REDACTED] IYKYK -- but it’s Deep South.

10. What are your hobbies?

Hahaha. Does procrastinating count? I like to do different types of crafts, write, and watch TV shows only to rewatch them 1,000 times. 

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes, my two cats. I love them even if they are stinkers. Ollie has needed a lot of attention lately. 

12. What sports do you play/ have you played?

For some reason, my parents let me play T-Ball, softball, and even basketball. I sucked at ALL of them. Each year of T-ball led to a permanent, physical scar. And I didn’t even get those injuries during actual games. Just practicing. 

13. How tall are you?

5'4 -- though that’s debated, too. I’m on the lower end and have horrible posture.

14. Favorite subject in school?

K-12? English. (Maybe Math comes second.)

15. Dream job?

If I could write -- or actually help people write -- all day long, that would be great. (I like helping people workshop their ideas and things, and I did want to be an editor when I was leaving high school. Did not happen. Obviously.) I would also not be mad about crafting all day, though I know that as a business can wear you down. If I had to dream super big, I have always wanted to have the job that Frankie has on Community, where you just go in and help people fix their problems. I don’t think it’s a real job, but I want it. I do it all the time at work already.

Tag 15 mutuals (but it will be less for me): 

I think most have done this??? Not sure. I’m just going go to through my activity list.

@aprylynn @sonyarebecchi @sspaz1000 @sharktofu  @raccoonsmate4life @densi-obsessed @levy-tran @liar-or-lawyer

#z things #tag game #thanks for tagging!!!

[csmeaner]

697410349540032512 I dont have a grem and i dont want one. No horse in this race. I am NOT excusing all the other stuff/how densy treats people (and apologies about the "refund", I thought I read in an ask it was refunded so ty Mod for clarifying it wasnt) Just IMO calling an artist who prob only made 30-35k that year pre-tax is not a Great Capitalistic Threat+theres better stuff to call out. I can agree w/the mods point tho that its a moot debate to argue w/esp w/anons so ill move on

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#grems

[glenncoco4]

I feel like this is why Deeks was on the bike in season 7 premiere instead of running with her. 🤣

#Densi #Pre-Hubby & Wifey #NCIS: LA #7x01

[wanna-be-bold]

This is the ultimate married idiots song ^^^

#tiva #ellick #pre- all in #densi #we're not friends

[babyitsbeautiful]

I got a notification that my post was flagged. 

It was a post I made a hundred years ago about a Densi fanfic on fanfiction.net with two reaction gifs. That’s it. 

And it just got flagged. 

What the actual fuck, @staff??

#Densi #fanfics #it was #Vengence #by Sweet Lu #God I loved that fic so much #early Densi days #pre-canon

[thecoiffeur]

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#Coiffeur Store #XSZM 4X4 Blonde 613 Lace Front Wigs Human Hair Pre Plucked With Baby Hair 150% Densi

[toucheblye]

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, working on the same task force side by side, seven days a week, months on end… they fell in love.

#densi #ncisla #NCIS Los Angeles #NCIS:LA #kensi blye #marty deeks #tat makes things #tat makes a comeback #myedit! #EW I HAVENT USED THAT TAG IN FOREVER #but you know #have some pre-season finale things #FEEELS #I will be making an edit every day until the premiere #you all can hold me to that

[ejzah]

Truth or Dare

***

“Truth or Dare?” Deeks asked, looking out the passenger window as he spoke. With an overnight surveillance shift, they’d exhausted most other forms of entertainment and resorted to middle school party games.

“Dare,” Kensi said immediately, just as she had the last three times after Deeks asked her to share her most embarrassing moment on a date.

“Ok. I dare you to clean out the middle compartment out. It’s filthy.”

“That’s a terrible dare,” Kensi scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I’m limited by our current circumstances,” Deeks answered, flashing Kensi a smirk. “And I figured we’re sticking with G-rated dares still.”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll clean it tomorrow. Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He’d alternated between each answer, and in the process Kensi had learned that he once helped Ray write a final paper so he wouldn’t flunk.

She mulled over possible questions, wondering if it would be wrong to take advantage of the light-hearted activity to pose a serious and far more personal one. After a few more seconds, she shifted to face Deeks. He still was focused on the window.

“You’ve told me that you’ve never lived more than two miles from where you grew up, said your dad told you he hated you one Thanksgiving, and that you shot him when you were eleven. Which directly conflicts with your Thanksgiving story. So, which one is true?” she asked, watching as Deeks stilled completely.

“Wow, that’s quite a shift from petty shoplifting,” he drawled, turning to look at her. Kensi lifted her chin, not backing down just yet. She supposed he could always refuse to answer, but she hoped he wouldn’t.

“Well?”

“The two miles bit was a way to connect with a kid who we needed to help us. The rest…” he sighed and dragged his hands through his hair. “You’re right, I did not see my dad any Thanksgiving in the last 20 years, because he’s been in jail. He did tell me that he hated me, but I was 9.” He flicked an uncertain look at her, and Kensi tried not to let her expression change. “The rest is all true.”

“You never said exactly what happened,” she prompted before she could stop herself.

Deeks turned to face the window again.

“My dad was beating my mom like he always did. Then he grabbed a gun. Threaten to kill both of us,” Deeks said in an oddly wooden voice. “I think he was shocked I actually shot him. I think you can fill in the rest of the details.��

The car was absolutely silent in the wake of his response, and Kensi felt suddenly chilled and a little sick even though she’d instigated the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry,” she started to say, but Deeks just shook his head.

“It’s ok. It was a long time ago. Time heals right?”

Kensi didn’t respond, just stared at the back of his head, a darkened silhouette. Some things no amount of time could heal, she thought.

***

A/N: I figure Deeks told Kensi the full story once they got together.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre densi #angst #Deeks backstory #ejzah fanfiction

[densi-mber]

Mentor

A/N: This one takes place around season 4, either completely AU or if they got back home in time for the 26th. I know it’s not quite a Christmas fic, but it’s close enough. Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating!

***

“Hey, do you want to the Jameson Center with me the day after Christmas?” Deeks asked Kensi one day early in December.

“I thought you volunteered at the soup kitchen,” Kensi commented, referencing the Christmas they spent serving food to the less fortunate.

“I do, but they had an entire high school class volunteer this year, so I checked in with some other places I’ve worked with before,” Deeks explained. “Jameson’s is a center for struggling kids who don’t really have a lot or good support at home. A big part of their outreach is to bring in adults and peers from the community to help out.”

“So, you just go and hang out?” Kensi asked.

“Sometimes.” Deeks shrugged. Sometimes it was really that simple, although the conversations that tended to occur were anything but simple. “On holidays or special events they usually have games, food, the usual stuff. Most of the kids seem to enjoy it. And if they don’t, at least it’s a place where they won’t get in trouble…or anything else.”

Kensi mulled it over for a few moments, then nodded. “Ok. Let’s do it.”

***

Deeks was good at this. Kensi had seen Deeks with kids countless times on cases, whether it be angsty teens or a kid who just needed someone to pay attention to them, Deeks fell into whatever role needed with ease. Somehow, Kensi always forgot that detail.

Today gave her a sharp reminder of those skills as he effortlessly wrangled a few dozen kids between 3 and roughly 20 years of age into the various planned activities. Technically, the center was supposed to be for minors, but Deeks held a rather liberal open-door policy.

When Kensi questioned if he’d get in trouble, Deeks had shrugged and said,

“Look, most of the supplies are either donated by patrons or the volunteers, so it’s not like we’re blowing through funds or something. And, as long as no one causes any problems, I think we’d all like to see them here than hanging out at a bar or the gas station that sells cigarettes to anybody with the money.”

The few times she’d visited a center like this when she was on the streets, she’d always felt like an outsider. Looking back, she didn’t know if was real or imagined, but she’d felt judged by the mentors and other kids. It was the reason she’d only gone back a couple times. To see these kids so cared for, was oddly healing.

They’d started out with lunch (“Feed the gremlins first, Kensi. Only way to maintain order.”) and then moved on to a few Christmas themed games, which were a huge hit with most of the kids. At first, she found the thought of managing so many kids with only three other adults in addition to her and Deeks, intimidating. However, by the time they were Rudolph themed version of pin the tail, started having fun and forgot to worry.

“Hey Mateo, JC! This tree isn’t going to decorate itself,” Deeks called out in a throaty voice a couple hours into the evening. Two older boys probably somewhere in the range of 14-16 years old rolled their eyes and scoffed.

Kensi had noticed them skulking in the back, refusing to participate in most of the activities, yet not leaving either. They so clearly wanted to project an air of superiority, but couldn’t fully conceal their interest in the fun.

“Yeah, like I wanna make a crappy ornament,” JC replied, jutting his chin out towards Deeks. Deeks nodded, completely unaffected by JC’s disrespect.

“That’s absolutely fine, but you should know that there’s prizes for the best decorated ornament from each age range.”

Mateo considered this information for a moment, then pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against, joining a table lined with other teens.

“Traitor!” JC called after him.

“What, I like prizes, man,” Mateo defended himself.

Deeks hid his grin at their antics while he showed a little blonde girl how to thread beads on a string. After a few minutes, and muttered words that Kensi didn’t catch, JC reluctantly situated himself beside his friend, and grabbed a pile of supplies.

Kensi stood on Deeks’ left side, teaching a group kids how to tie a sliding knot. While they chattered among themselves, she took a moment, to watch Deeks in his element.

“How did you learn to do this?” she wondered, nodding around the room when Deeks looked up in apparent confusion. “You seem to know exactly what to say or do with everybody, no matter their age or baggage.”

Glancing down at the little girl still working at her beads, he nudged her to the side with an encouraging smile. “Hey kiddo, I’ll be right back, ok?”

She nodded without looking up, her tongue sandwiched between her teeth as she concentrated.

Walking a little ways off, he led Kensi to the snack table. He offered her a cup of coffee, but she shook her head.

“So, what’s your secret to being the kid whisper?” she prompted.

“I’m hardly a magician. I guess…I just learned to listen to kids. Even when they’re not talking, they say a whole lot,” he explained. “Other than that, I try not to have too many expectations. Especially in these kinds of situations. Cause the harder you push, the more they’re going to buckle down and resist.” He chuckled. “I might know a thing or two about that from personal experience.”

“I could have used you when I was 17,” Kensi mused softly. The before she could ruin the mood, she added, “They’re really lucky to have a role model like you.”

Deeks’ eyes widened, slight surprise, followed by embarrassment all flashing across his face. Then he dipped his head, and she swore his cheeks took on a faint rosy tinge.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip. “That’s uh…thanks.” Something in front of them caught his eye, and he craned his head slightly, corners of his mouth lowering. “I should probably wrap up the ornaments. Looks like they’re getting a little restless.”

As he’d guessed, some of the younger kids had begun finding other uses for their beads while others were beginning to look a little bored.

“All right guys, everybody gather around. It’s time to go caroling,” Deeks announced, clapping his hands together a couple of times.

“Oh hell no!” Mateo said emphatically, ripping off the Santa he’d acquired at some point.

“Relax, Mattie. I’m just kidding. We’re having hot chocolate and Christmas cookies.”

“Ok then. But I’m still not singing,” Mateo warned him with a raised finger.

Kensi snorted, sharing a smirk with Deeks.

“Five bucks says he’s humming “Frosty the Snowman” in less than ten minutes,” he said to her in an undertone.

“Yeah, not taking that bet,” Kensi whispered back. She turned her attention to the kids lining up to get their doses of sugar.

Surprisingly, Mateo and JC had taken it upon themselves to help the little kids. A quick glance in Deeks’ direction confirmed he was watching them too, a proud smile twitching at his lips.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she said, drifting closer to Deeks so their shoulders brush. “It’s been oddly fun.”

“Good. I’m having fun too,” Deeks told her. “Now let’s get some cookies before these guys eat them all.”

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 24 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre densi #fluff #lightest of angst #Deeks is good with kids #ncis la #by ejzah

[aprilandjackson]

“If Kensi goes, I go. That’s how we roll.”

PRE RELATIONSHIP DENSI I LOVE YOU!!!

#densi #ncis la #5x08: Fallout

[mashmaiden]

I want to see Kensi and Deeks go to Vegas together! (especially pre-couple Densi)

[csmeaner]

I wish we could table the 20K Grem drama because we all know now what Densy is, people have already made up their minds on Densy and Caravan, and sometimes I feel like it's a cover for the fact that the Grem staff are still pretty shitty to their community and the ARPG "opening" was pathetic. A year of hype and we get this? Even Scarfox is more engaging (pre-death, er, hiatus). The Discord server is a toxic positivity snoozefest because you walk on eggshells around the staff.

don't worry we can focus on both just the 20k grems debate is a pretty fucking huge deal that densy thinks she got away with so every time her ineptitude if brought up so is her biggest failure

grems' current stuff is brought up aplenty on csscreenshots

#grems

[glenncoco4]

Deeks: “Hence the ten year rule.”

Kensi: “Uh?”

Deeks: “You should know your partner a least ten years prior to marrying them. Date me for a decade you deserve my hand in marriage.”

Kensi: “That sounds so much more like a punishment than a reward.”

#You two have no idea #Densi #Pre Hubby & Wifey #NCIS: LA