Bold With You (Densi Fanfic)

Chapter 17

Deeks POV
I don't know why, but I feel a little jealous. I know I shouldn't, I trust Kensi with my life, I know she loves me because she said so, and, well, Jack's sort of dead. But I just can't help feeling this tiny sensation in the pit of my stomach. I'm not going to let her know that, though. I just hope that she'll let me in, let me see her weak side, let me be there for her. I get out of the car and we begin to walk to the resident's door. Before we have reached the house she takes my hand. I squeeze it to reassure her. She knocks and a blonde woman, maybe thirty, opens the door. She's sort of pretty but no where near as beautiful and stunning as Kensi.
"Hi, Mrs. Harkness. I'm Marty Deeks, this is my partner Kensi Blye. NCIS. We have some news regarding your husband." I say.
"Uh, sure. Come on in. Oh and it's Alyssa." She makes room for us to walk through the door. We sit down, Kensi still holding my hand.
"Would you like some tea?" Alyssa asks.
"No thank you. We'd just like to speak to you about your husband."
"Is Jack ok?" Kensi squeezes my hand again.
"I'm very sorry, Ma'am. Your husband has been murdered. I'm so sorry." Says Kensi. Alyssa's face contorts int he usual way when one finds out their loved one has passed away.
"Who did it? How? Why?" She begins to ask questions. "T-this is just unfair. This is so unfair."
"I'm so sorry. I understand what your going through." Kensi says, truly. That bastard has hurt so many people.
"Who? Who've you lost?" She asks curious of what Kensi has to say.
"When I was fifteen my father was murdered. Then when I came to NCIS my first partner, Dom, also died. And...uh..." She squeezes my hand before she continues. "Eight years ago I was engaged to a marine. I thought he the love of my life. When was deployed to Afghanistan, I waited for him. When he returned he had post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD. I did everything I could to help him through the violent nightmares, the flashbacks, the depression. I tried to be there for him. One Christmas morning I woke up and he was gone. I never heard from him again, well other than when we were both kidnapped and being tortured at the same time but that's another story. The point is this man that left me and broke my heart, his name was Jack. Jack Harkness. Your Jack Harkness." She gasps.
"I-I didn't know. He never spoke much of his past. I'm so sorry." Says Alyssa. Kensi fake-chuckles slightly.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I got over it and now I have a new, (even better) man in my life." I smile on the inside. "But this is about you and him. Is there anyone you know who may have wanted to harm him?" She shakes her head.
"Everyone loved Jack. The kids're going to be devastated when they get home from school. He worst part is they're old enough to understand death." She chokes up at the last part. "W-what am I going to do without him?!" Kensi goes and sits next to her and places and arm around her back.
"Alright, I think we're done here. No more questions. Do you want us to stay when the kids get home? Or would you rather tell them by yourself?" Kensi whispers. She shakes her head.
"I'll tell them alone. Joseph and Chloe aren't gonna have a father at their sweet sixteen party, their graduation, their wedding day, the day their children are born. He's not gonna be there."
"I'm so sorry for your loss. We'll be going now." We get up and walk to the door, then into the car.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"I'm good." She says. I can tell she's telling the truth, though. "I just hope Sam and Callen found something."
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Back at OSP
"Well, that was a pretty easy one to solve." Says Sam. "While you guys were off doing who-knows-what, we found a tape from traffic cams of the killing, ran a facial recognition to find out the address of the guy, went and busted him and interrogated him for why he killed Jack."
"Care to share? Who, why, where and with what?" Kensi asks.
"Aaron James. Jack pissed him off by getting him fired from his job a while ago. In an alley off Second Street, and with a steak knife."
"Life?"
"Yep."
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Back at Deeks's place
"What movie?" I ask. She shrugs.
"Titanic?" I chuckle. Of course.
"Will any other movie ever meet the Kensalina Blye standard?"
"It'd have to be a damn good one."
I put it in the disc player and feel Kensi right next to me so I put my arm around her. She rests her head on my shoulder.
I think this is the first quiet, nice, night we've had here in a while.
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Sup!! So again sorry it took me so long to update. I know it's not the best chapter but more of a filler chapter. Oh well what did you think?
Anyway this week at extension maths, there were these really (really) hard algebra questions. All I could think was 'what is the name of this madness?!' The answer- 'algebra'. Our (mean) teacher said 'it's basic stuff!' And my friend was like 'yeah Steven Hawking basic!' Basic algebra is fun but not when it makes no sense at all. My sister says 'just wait for trigonometry'. 😒
Annnyyyyway see ya!!!!
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