Kensi and Deeks Fanfiction Kensi Blye's Baby Shower

Overwrought daydreamer and insufferable pedant

A/N: Part 2 of Indecent Proposal. If you like Talia, this one is for you. Hopefully I did her justice.

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Indecent Proposal, Part 2

"So what do you think?" Helena asked as they walked back into the mission.

"If her husband was involved in anything illegal, she didn't know about it," Deeks responded, heading straight for the bullpen.

"You know that's not what I meant, Deeks." He could feel Helena behind him, less than a foot away as he shifted things around on his desk.

He'd honestly been hoping if he ignored her offer, Helena would get the hint that he really wasn't interested and back off. Clearly that wasn't going to happen.

With an internal sigh, he turned around to find her leaning against Sam's desk with a smirk that he was beginning to find extremely annoying.

"Helena, I don't have any interest in-" She pushed off the desk and cut him off by pressing her index finger to his lips.

"I do love the sound of your voice, but now it's my turn to talk," she murmured, moving closer so there was just a few inches between their bodies. He leaned back as far as he could, pressing up against his desk as Helena followed him. "You know, I have dreamed about doing the most wicked things to you."

She slid her hands up both his arms, stopping mid-bicep and sighed. Before she could say anything more explicit, Deeks gently yet firmly moved her hands, letting making as little contact as possible.

"We have work to do," he told her firmly. "I'm going to fill Sam and Callen in on what we learned from Mrs. Werner."

Thankfully, she didn't try to stop him and he made his escape, heading towards the gym. Fortunately, she didn't attempt to follow him.

***

"Deeks, you want to tell me what's going on with you and Bertram?" Talia asked abruptly one afternoon, stopping him in the middle of the gym with all the subtly that she was known for. It was a week since Helena had hit on Deeks and he'd been avoiding her as much as possible.

"Uh, I don't know what you mean," he said, shrugging. Talia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"God, how are you so good at covers when you can't lie about anything else? Every time Bertram gets anywhere near you, you practically run in the other direction. You've even been taking the worst jobs to stay away from her. So spill."

She planted a hand on her hip, blocking his way. He could get around her if he really wanted to, but he also knew that Talia wouldn't drop the subject and he'd rather not have the conversation leave this room.

"Fine. If you must know, she kind of, uh, she hit on me. Repeatedly." He felt his cheeks flush a little at the admission.

"I knew it!" Talia hissed, surprising him.

"What do you mean you knew?"

She waved her hand dismissively and patted his shoulder, the gesture completely condescending.

"Oh please, she's been eyeing you since the day she got here. You were just too unaware to realize it."

"I think I should be offended," Deeks muttered.

"I can't believe she actually made a move when she knows you're married," Talia said. "I mean, that's worse than me."

"She made it explicitly clear that she doesn't care about my current marital status. At all." Deeks grimaced a little, remembering Helena's last attempt to seduce him.

"Hm, I bet we could get her booted back to her old team for inappropriate conduct," Talia mused, rubbing her chin contemplatively.

"Talia, no. I don't want you to say anything to Sam or Callen," he insisted. "Promise me that you won't mention this to them, ok?" Talia regarded him for a moment, her expression unreadable, and then sighed.

"Fine. I won't tell Sam or Callen." She raised a finger. "But if I hear her making another pass at you, I'm totally sending Kensi after her ass."

***

"Keep your hands off Deeks," Talia said bluntly, bracing her hands on either side of Helena's desk. The other woman looked up slowly, not looking particularly worried.

"Excuse me?"

"Deeks said you hit on him."

"I don't think it's really any of your business if I did," Helena commented, leaning forward. "If Agent Deeks wants to take me up on my offer, I say that's his decision."

"Oh no, I'm the only one who gets to flirt with him and make inappropriate comments," Talia corrected.

"And what makes you so special?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm his friend, not some temp agent who's trying to horn in on someone else's territory."

"You know what, I think you're jealous. You spend so much time trying to get his attention and here I am. Younger, hotter, and smarter," she suggested, tilting her head in a completely obnoxious way that. Talia very narrowly resisted the urge to grab a handful of her thick black hair and slam her into the surface of her borrowed desk.

"Listen, I knew Deeks and Kensi before they were together. I knew they were going to be a couple way before they did." Leaning forward, Talia dropped her voice to a whisper and felt a touch of satisfaction when Helena's eyes widened in surprise. "So don't try to mess this up. Better people before you have tried and failed."

"Is that a threat?" Helena asked a little hoarsely.

"Nope, it's a warning. If I see you trying to mess with Deeks, I will come for you," she said, taking a step back. There was a moment of silence and then Helena squared her jaw, a mutinous look coming into her eyes again.

"It sounds like you don't trust Deeks to make this decision on his own," she decided. "Which makes me think that I still have a chance."

"Oh, he will definitely make the right choice and he's fully capable of making it on his own. Because he loves wife more than anything. I just don't think he or Kensi need this added stress on top of getting ready for a baby." Helena started to say something else, but Talia raised a hand and added, "But I am fully prepared to call Kensi in if necessary. Because not only is Kensi a kick ass woman, but she's also a kick ass agent." As Talia added the last part, Helena's face paled slightly as realization hit.

"Wait, Deeks' wife is-?"

"Also his partner?" Talia filled in gleefully. "Did we forget to mention that part. Yeah, she's probably even more terrifying than me, which is saying something. And completely capable of slaying you, even at 38 weeks pregnant. Especially since she's pretty protective of Deeks right now. So if I were you, I wouldn't do anything to enrage her."

"I wasn't trying to-"

"Break up their marriage? Like you could ever drive a wedge between Kensi and Deeks. She literally carried him through Mexico to save his life. They're unbreakable."

Helena swallowed harshly, the confidant, irreverent agent completely gone. In her place was a pale, visibly shaken woman. Talia nodded in satisfaction, accepting her silence as capitulation.

"You won't say anything to the rest of the team will you?" she asked quietly. Which Talia interpreted to mostly mean Kensi.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself, I see no reason why you shouldn't leave this team in one piece six weeks from now," Talia assured her, offering a dark smile as she left the room.

She passed Deeks in the hall a few minutes later and he frowned as she fell into step beside him.

"Why do you look so pleased with yourself?" he asked suspiciously. "Has Kensi been texting you my baby pictures again?"

"Nope. Let's just say the Bertram issue has been taken care of."

"What does that mean?" She just smiled turning in a half circle and offered,

"It means I got your back." She smacked his butt as she passed and called out, "And your butt!"

Conspiracy theory:

In order to give Kirkin an even better chance at a new life, they faked Kirkin's death. Next season he will show up again to hit on Deeks.

NO ONE TALK TO ME.  I'M FURIOUS RIGHT NOW.

"Look at all the crap that happened under her watch!"

"She just manipulated me into taking it anyway because that's what she always does!"

UM. YEP. YES. ALL OF THIS.

A/N: In "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" Kensi said Deeks slayed his younger classmates at FLETC. She might have been joking a little, but I'm taking the comment very seriously. Yes, we're still talking abut FLETC.

***

Well Deserved

"Hey, you got something from FLETC," Kensi told Deeks, holding out a large white envelope. "It's from the registrar." She practically sang the last part and did a little dance.

"Oh, that must be my grades," Deeks said with a sigh. He took the envelope, gave the address on the front a cursory glance, and then dropped it on the table.

"Wait, you're not going to open it?"

"I already know I passed. Or at least that Hetty forced me through. What else do I need to know?" He shrugged, not really wanting to delve back into the disappointment surrounding his hasty exit from FLETC.

Folding her arms, Kensi gave him an exasperated look.

"Baby, Hetty did not have to push you through," she reminded him, not for the first time. "You graduates all on your own merit and hard work."

"I still don't want to see my grades. But if you want to, knock yourself out." Deeks said, handing the packet back to her. She muttered under her breath, but took it anyway, peeled open the flap at the top, and removed several papers.

Despite his reservations, he watched as Kensi scanned the first paper. Her eyebrows rose and then fell, bottom lip tucked firmly between her teeth. This went on for a couple minutes until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Ok, Kens, you're staring to freak me out a little bit. How bad did I do?" She shook her head, her expression unreadable.

"Straight "As", she said, finally allowing a smile. "295 on your firearms exam and 97th percentile for the physical battery."

"That can't be right," Deeks said and she turned the transcript for him to see.

"Here see for yourself." She slid it in front of him, resting a hand on his shoulder while he read. Sure enough there were two rows of courses, each with an accompanying "A".

"But I pretty much bombed the first physical assessment and screwed up some other stuff." Even though he was staring at the proof, Deeks couldn't believe it. He'd spent the last four weeks believing that he'd barely squeaked by. Or even worse, that he'd actually flunked out.

"That's not all," Kensi told him, smiling again as she offered him a second paper. "You were awarded 'Annual Honor Graduate of the Year'." She bent and kissed his cheek, wrapping one arm around his chest.

"This must be a mistake," he murmured. Kensi grasped his chin, turning his head enough that she could look him directly in the eye.

"They don't give that to just anyone and there's no way that even Hetty could push that through." There was pride, satisfaction, and just a little bit of "I told you so" in her voice. Something about it made Deeks' throat tighten a little and he swallowed a couple times as he felt his eyes fill with tears.

"So how many of you guys got one of these too?" he asked, throat a little raspy with emotion. Kensi gave him a knowing look, but didn't call him on it.

"As far as I know, no one has," Kensi answered. "Someone from the Capitol Police was the recipient when I was at FLETC. So that means you are even more special than we realized, Investigator Deeks."

Deeks grinned at that, tipping his head up to look at Kensi again,

"Would it be completely obnoxious if I had this framed and kept it on my desk?"

"For sure. It would drive Sam crazy." Kensi kissed him again, this time on the lips and gave him a little smirk. "Which means you should definitely do it."

Chuckling Deeks, carefully tucked the transcript and award (which apparently was just a placeholder until the academy sent the official copy) and felt something like relief settle in his chest. For the first time, it felt like he'd actually earned his role as investigator.

***

A/N: I don't know if any NCIS Agent has received this award (which is a real thing), so Deeks may be the inaugural recipient.

Wow they're really taking a long time to get to the case tonight. So much domestic stuff. I'm a fan.

yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it's called being flexible.

A/N: Now that the sneak peeks are out for "The Frogman's Daughter", this had to be written. Takes place the night before the scene in the Densi sneak peek. Enjoy the angst.

***

Together

"Hey, it's late," Deeks said, leaning against the doorframe. Kensi didn't look up, her fingers clenched around the paper.

"I'm too anxious to sleep," she answered shortly, allowing a barely there smile that was gone before he fully registered it. "Tomorrow's the big day." He frowned and stepped over the threshold, turning over an old packing crate as he sank into a bone-cracking crouch.

"You should have told me."

"At least one of us should get some sleep."

"Baby, you know I can't sleep without you in bed," Deeks reminded her, reaching for her hand. She let him take it, but didn't react as he cupped her fingers between his. "And you know I want to know how you're feeling."

"What if it doesn't go like we planned?" she asked quietly, looking up for the briefest of seconds. In that moment, he saw so much pain that he almost crushed her too his chest. "I mean, the x-ray didn't go like I expected. Kat said that it flushed her tubes out and they got pregnant a few weeks later. Mine didn't and now I need hormones."

"That doesn't change anything."

"It's not what you signed up for." He heard her sniffle quietly and she brush her thumb over her cheek. "You wanted kids, not years of medical treatment that might lead to nothing." Deeks heart ached for her, for both of them, and he gently tipped her chin up. Her eyes were wet, barely held in check.

"Kensi, we are a team, in this, in everything we do. I don't care how hard or ugly it gets, you do not have to do this alone," he told her and she shook her head. "Yes, baby, look at me. Whatever happens, if we decide to stop the treatment after tomorrow, or try everything that exists to get pregnant, I will be by your side every step of the way."

Kensi took a shuddery breath, her shoulders heaving, and then flung herself at him.

"I'm so scared. What if this doesn't work?" she murmured hoarsely.

"Then we'll figure something out." He clutched her to his chest. "Just promise you won't try to get through this on your own."

"I promise." She kissed him, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." He held her even tighter. "No matter what."

Martin Atticus Deeks and Kensi Marie Blye.

It is such a relief to be able to write that.

Kensi It's Cold Outside

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, Special Guest Star- Nell Jones

A/N: GUESS. WHO. WROTE. ANOTHER. DENSIMBER. PROMPT?! On the day of this time no less!! I will admit, this fic is not perfect. Let us please assume Deeks did not leave his dog at home to freeze to death and perhaps Monty is…on vacation or something? And Nell seems maybe more like current day Nell than past Nell but…whatever. Okay I'll stop apologizing for my work now!

Written for the Densimber 2020 Day 17 Prompt "Kensi and Deeks lose power or can't turn the heat up so they find creative ways to stay warm."

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Kensi woke up to someone on top of her. Panic caused her to suck in a sharp breath and strike out hard with her knee and elbow, making direct contact with…someone who yelped in response. The weight lifted and seconds later the light snapped on. "Deeks?" she gasped, sitting up on the couch.

"Ow!" Deeks clutched his stomach and stared at her in confusion. "Kensi? What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"My power went out and it's freezing," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"Mine's out too," he said, rubbing at the spot where she'd struck him. "I figured the back up generator would be on here."

"Well obviously it is," she said. "LAPD doesn't have one?"

"The mission was closer," Deeks said with a shrug.

They both looked at each other for a moment without speaking. "So…." Deeks said.

"So…what?" Kensi asked suspiciously, her heartbeat still not quite back to normal.

"So are you going to share the couch with me?"

"Ha!" She snorted. "No."

"Oh come on Fern!"

"No way! I was here first!"

"So what, you're going to make me sleep on the cold, hard floor? I might as well have stayed home then!"

"You snooze you lose," Kensi said, stretching out and taking up as much space as possible.

"Kensi."

"No."

"Kensi!"

"No! I am not sharing with you. That's just weird."

"Fern. Come on. We shared a bed for like three weeks when we were Justin and Melissa."

"That was different. It was an undercover assignment. For work. And a bed is not the same as a couch." Kensi said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as memories of waking up next to him every morning floated back to her.

"No one has to know."

"I'll know."

He thought for a moment. "I'll buy you donuts."

She raised her eyebrows. "Wow. Really? That's all this couch is worth to you? A box of donuts?"

"Okay fine. Lunch then."

"Dinner," she countered, surprising herself. "For a year."

"A month."

"Six months."

"Two months and you get dessert."

"Fine. And," she held up a finger as he took a step closer, "next time we have to dumpster dive or open a trunk, you have to do it."

He rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Ugh, okay."

"And!" She hedged for a second, running out of ideas. "You have to…clean my car."

"Okay. Sure. Whatever."

"And—"

"Kensi!" There was an edge of annoyance in his tone that likely came of her stalling and him having been ousted from his own bed in the middle of the night.

"Fine," she said with a tone of long suffering. "But don't do anything weird."

She slid up against the back of the couch, trying to make as much room as possible as he settled in, his back pressing against hers. "Oh my god!" She jerked and he let out another yell of pain as she elbowed him. "Why are your feet so cold?!"

"Because it's cold outside!" Deeks hissed. "Ow! Could you stop elbowing my kidneys?"

"This couch is only made for one person!" Kensi said, squirming to get away from him. "Has your butt always been so bony?"

"Okay, all right," Deeks sat up. "Switch with me."

"What?"

"We can't—" he sighed in frustration. "This isn't going to work like this. Switch spots with me."

She sat up and he slid an arm around her waist. "Deeks what are you doing?" she asked.

"Just, trust me. Okay?"

He moved around a little bit until his back was against the couch and then gently pulled her down so that her back pressed against his chest, tucking his knees in behind hers. "Better?"

"It's…fine," Kensi said, trying not to let on that her stomach had begun to flutter a little bit. They'd spent weeks in each other's arms like this as Justin and Melissa and every time she'd told herself it was just…bound to happen. They were working together, they'd both slept with other people before, it was only natural that they would gravitate toward each other in the night.

It was like her body remembered his as she settled against him, fitting naturally into his arms and chest. But it was just Melissa remembering Justin, she reminded herself. That was all.

She tried not to think about how good it felt to have his arms around her or exactly how much of him she could feel pressed against her. "So are we good now?" Deeks asked, his lips close to her ear.

"Mhmm," was all she could manage.

"Well…goodnight then," Deeks said.

As if she could sleep when her mind and body were both so keyed up. But somehow feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his heart against her skin, she found herself drifting.

Both of them were startled awake in the morning by a sharp clearing of the throat. Kensi tried to sit up but her legs were tangled with Deeks' and the blanket and it was several very long seconds before they managed to disengage from one another.

"Hi," Nell said with a slightly strange smile.

"Hey, hi Nell," Kensi said, pushing her hair out of her face as she tried to get her bearings.

She looked at both of them expectantly. "Our power was out. It was for survival," Deeks said quickly.

"Right yes, because surviving a forty-five degree night on your own is nearly impossible," Nell said dryly.

"I'm uh, I'm going to go shower," Deeks said, practically bolting from the room.

Nell looked at Kensi with raised eyebrows. "It was nothing," Kensi said, folding the blanket. "Just two partners sharing a couch. The same as if Callen and Sam were doing it."

"Sam can't fit on that couch by himself, let alone with Callen," Nell said. "And I don't know if they would look quite so…cozy while doing it."

"Nell—"

The analyst shook her head. "I saw nothing. And neither did the security cameras."

Kensi sighed. "Thank you."

"But you owe me half of whatever desserts Deeks gets you."

Kensi smiled. "Done."

A/N: I know I've written similar things, maybe even leading up to this episode, but since we have more details, I thought I'd give it another try. For tonight's episode, "Angry Karen".

***

Kensi leaned against the bathroom door frame, watching Deeks brush his teeth. His head was bent so he didn't see her in the mirror, which gave her an opportunity to observe him without any pretense. Although she wasn't sure he would notice anyway. He'd been very distracted all night.

She watched him until he started washing his face. Her lips curved into an affectionate smile as she walked up behind him and pressed herself against his back.

"Hey there," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his chest.

"Hey." He paused to lean down and kiss her shoulder. Kensi sighed, relaxing against him. She turned her cheek into his shoulder; he smelled faintly of his body wash and mint, his t-shirt soft on her skin.

Even though she'd enjoyed being on her own for part of the day and working with Fatima was always great, she'd missed him. More than that, Kensi had worried about him being all alone.

"So how are you really doing?" He tensed a little-there was no way for him to hide it since she could feel every move-and then shrugged.

"Fine, I guess." Kensi definitely didn't like the defeated sound in his voice. She loosened her arms and pushed at his hip until he turned around with a vaguely annoyed look.

"Seriously babe, what's going on in your head?" she prompted, brushing a few curls back from his temple. There were a few more creases and lines around his eyes than she remembered seeing in the last few months.

He sighed again, pressing his lips together as he looked up at the ceiling for a moment. His hands settled on her back almost absentmindedly.

"When I got that letter today, from LAPD, I was shocked. I always thought it would be me leaving and not the other way around. It sucks to find out that you're not necessary. Just like that, a huge part of my life is just over," he explained. His eyes focused beyond her again, distant.

Kensi tipped his chin up, bringing his gaze back to her.

"You don't know that for sure. You said they're restructuring right now. When that's finished, they'll probably want you back."

"Kens, we both know that's almost definitely not going to happen. I'm a problem detective who worked for a federal agency and I have a nasty IA investigation on record."

She was mildly horrified to hear him sum up his years of service so negatively. It made her wonder how many other times he'd thought of himself this way.

"Deeks, you are so much more than that," she told him firmly. "And even if LAPD is foolish enough to let you go, applying to FLETC is still an option."

"And you know why I don't like that option," he reminded her, untangling their arms. He tossed his damp towel into the hamper and walked into their bedroom, clearly trying to put distance between them.

Not about to let that happen, she followed after him. Deeks set his watch and phone on the bedside table, laying down with an exhausted groan. She slid in next to him, propping herself up on his chest.

"Deeks, whatever happens, we will figure something out. Together."

"Even if I lose my job, and the bar goes under, and my hair turns completely gray?" She appreciated his attempt at a joke, even if the humor didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, even if all that happens," she promised, cupping the sides of his face as she kissed him gently. "But I'll probably get you some hair dye."

"Always looking out for me," he teased, finally sliding his hand down to her hip. "I love you and I'm sorry I'm being such an idiot."

"Mm, I love you too. And you're not idiot, not for this. Some of the other things you do, but not for this."

"I'm scared," he whispered after a couple minutes. The confession surprised Kensi a little, but she just tightened her arms.

"I know," she murmured. "But we'll figure it out."

A/N: So, uh, I wrote this whole fic for a prompt…and then realized that I wrote it for the wrong episode. So enjoy a lot of angst without said prompt. For To Live and Die in Mexico, but au.

***

Kensi picked at her fingernails in a futile attempt to clean the dried blood from her nail beds.

Spencer Douglas was dead, Derrick was safe with his mother, and Sam and Callen were expected to recover with time and therapy..

Deeks was still being tested. The doctors, he had several now, were running a whole slew of MRIs, CT scans…terms that Kensi's brain could no longer keep hold of. The head surgeon had mentioned that they suspected a hematoma, caused by severe blunt for trauma, which didn't surprise Kensi in the slightest.

"Agent Blye?" She looked up as the head surgeon came in, his expression smoothed of any particular expression, but somehow still grave.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Is he…Deeks?" She gestured limply to the double doors Deeks had been rolled through several hours ago.

"Mr. Deeks is alive, but I'm afraid he is in a coma due to hematoma induced pressure," he told her calmly. Kensi pressed her hand to her mouth, feeling her legs tremble again. He started to reach for her, his expression sympathetic, but she straightened, pulling on what little reserve she had.

"Um, so what's the plan? He needs surgery, right? I'm his medical proxy so-" the doctor lifted a hand, forestalling her rush of questions.

"Unfortunately, due to the location and position of the hematoma, we are hesitant to perform any type of surgery at this point. We could cause more damage or a hemorrhage which would likely be fatal."

"Are you saying we can't do anything?" Kensi asked weakly, finally giving in to the urge to sink down onto a nearby bench.

"No, there are many things we can do," the doctor assured her. "For now, I would like to allow your partner to rest and heal. With time, the hematoma should reabsorb into the brain tissue. Once that occurs, we can reconsider other forms of treatment."

Kensi nodded quilt again, a quick bob of her head.

"Can I see him now?"

***

"Callen is doing better. He's getting around his house more, taking things apart. Apparently he's trying to build a dining room set from scratch, which is driving Sam insane. I swear he's going to tie Callen down just to keep him still," Kensi said, squeezing Deeks' hand slightly. "My mom came by yesterday and brought some enchiladas. They were really good."

She glanced up, checking Deeks' face for any signs that he'd heard her. His expression remained as smooth and unchanged as always. Sighing, she squeezed his hand again and brushed his hair back from his face.

It was still soft and fluffy since she'd washed it last night.

Five weeks. He'd been in a coma for five excruciatingly long weeks. After some of the swelling had resolved, he'd been transferred to a Naval hospital in California. As predicted by his surgeon in Mexico, the hematoma had reabsorbed in a couple weeks.

But he hadn't woken up and his brain scans still showed considerable damage. Every day, Kensi looked for signs that he was improving. She watched each twitch of his face, every time his toe wiggled, or of he breathed a little differently.

Kensi has gotten used to taking care of his daily needs as much as she could. It made her feel like she was doing something, when there was very little she could do or had control over.

It also filled the aching place in her chest just a tiny bit. Made her feel closer to him.

Sometimes she lay awake at night-on the nights when she didn't stay in his room-imagining past conversations. She missed so much about him: his smile, the way he always knew how to make her laugh, sitting with him after a long day…his touch.

A tear threatened to roll down her cheek and she forced back the prickling, heavy feeling in her throat.

"Um, and I'm thinking of starting a cooking class," she started again, like it would somehow take away her loneliness and despair. "I know what you're going to say, 'no one deserves that kind of torture'. But it sounds really simple and I can't keep living off of frozen pizzas forever."

"Ms. Blye," Ava, one of the day shift nurses said, popping her head through the door after a perfunctory knock. "It's time to reposition Marty."

Kensi nodded and automatically stood to help. The nurses had accepted about a week into Deeks' stay that she was determined to help with as much as she could.

They rolled him to his side and rearranged pillows and blankets, to cushion and keep him in place, with practiced ease. Ava discretely moved to the side when they were finished, checking the heart monitor and IV bags.

"I have to go for a little bit, but I'll be back later." Kensi leaned over, pressing a kiss to Deeks' forehead. His skin was smooth and slightly cooler than normal. She smelled the scent of his favorite shampoo, along with a now familiar medicinal smell that never went away no matter how much soap she used.

"We'll take good care of him," Ava told her, as she always did. Kensi nodded, grateful, but unable to say anything else.

She made it all the way to her car before she broke down completely. She sobbed against the steering wheel, unable to stop her shaking body for several minutes. Eventually she slowly gained control again and swiped at her cheeks.

The drive to work would be just long enough for the puffiness under his eyes and tear tracks to dissipate. She put the car into drive and mindlessly pulled out of the parking lot.

She'd be back in the evening. And tomorrow. And the day after.

Deeks was her world after all.

***

A/N: Yes, I went the route of coma. And yes, I used very unspecific and questionable medical vernacular. I don't know exactly what type of hematoma, that would cause a coma (if any) would not require surgery, but Deeks had one.

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