Bold With You (Densi Fanfic)

Chapter 40

Previously on BWY
"We are taking good care of you." He smiles again. I nod. He looks like a psychopathic maniac lion looking at its prey. But they don't make psychopaths, surgeons.
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"Dear Special Agent Kensi Blye.
Feeling better? I hope not. Yes, I know you forgot about me. But I'm back and I'm going to get you. Not just you but your little agent friend too, the blonde, shaggy one. You will not tell your other agent friends, or I will kill them first. I will know if you tell them, I have been watching you. I am always watching you. You ruined my life, now I will ruin yours.
Your dear friend,
- The Surgeon."
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*Time skip 3 weeks*
Kensi's POV

God.

My life over the past few year has been so drama-filled.

There was getting shot and nearly killed, getting kidnapped, the under cover case, nearly getting killed again on said under cover case, the whole Toby deal, Deeks nearly getting killed at the cafe, finding Jack dead, Deeks getting attack and- get this- nearly killed by that Tracy chic while I was on my mafia mission, Sam being accused of murder, Callen taking the blame, Talia coming to us at 2 am and then the car crash, her going missing and then kissing Deeks, our major fight and then the song.

That's enough drama for a lifetime.

At least the past 3 weeks have been completely uneventful. No stress, no worries, no cases.

Just peace and quiet...

"KENSI?! YOU WANT YOUR EGGS SCRAMBLED?!" Deeks yells from the kitchen.

"YEAH! THANKS!"

So much for peace and quiet.

**

We've just arrived at work, even though lately there's been no reason to come. So without any cases we would spend the day doing paperwork, until we finished it all, so now we just go to the shooting range, the gym, or just hang around the bullpen.

I'm in the shooting range right now, alone.

Target practice.

Bang. Bang-bang.

I shoot the semi-automatic Glock .34 calibre in my hands and land exactly bullseye.

I've gotten so used to the recoil of the gun. It isn't as strong as some other guns, like my personal favourite- the Smith and Wessern .38 calibre gun, but it still has a bit of a kick.

When I've done 8 shots my bullet chamber is empty, so I pop out the magazine and reload.

After 15 shots and 15 bullseyes, I decide I'm done for the day.

I collect my targets, take off my safety glasses and ear muffs, and leave the room. I wash my hands thoroughly, as you're supposed to, (because it leaves gun residue on your hands which is toxic if you touch your food before you eat it)

As I walk into the bullpen I notice the team siting around and laughing.

"Hey, where's Deeks?" I say noticing he's not with the group.

"Uh, thought he was with you?" Sam says.

"No..."

"I'm sure he's somewhere," Callen says, the voice of reason. "Just text him."

I walk over to my chair, in search of my phone, and I see a note.

"Checkmate." It's read.
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Ok. So I know it's short, I know it's shitty, just bear with me, there are two updates at once.

Guys, holy fuck. Like oh my fucking god. If you know me, you'll know I'm in LOVE with Troye Sivan. Like I literally love him so much. I'm such a fangirl. (His new album is bloody brilliant btw) anyway my good friend Hayley who is also a massive fan, she met him on Sunday. Her mum is friends with the 60 minutes people and he was on 60 minutes. So they talked for like an hour, apparently. She got her album signed and stuff, and guess fucking what. 'Dear (my name),
I love my fans and I love you
Troye xx (his signature)

Needless to say I utterly lost my shit. My thoughts: 1. HOLY SHIT TROYE IS AWARE OF MY EXISTENCE
2. HOLY SHIT HE KNOWS MY NAME
3. HOLY SHIT HE SAID HE LOVED ME
4. Holy shit he has nice handwriting
5. HOLY SHIT TROYE HAS TOUCHED THIS PIECE OF PAPER IN MY HANDS!!!! HE HAS FUCKING TOUCHED THIS!!!! It's sacred...

I thought about creating a shrine. Jokes.

Anyway, guns I was talking about, the Glock, and the Smith and Wessern, I've fired both. I've also fired a .22, but the Smith and Wessern was my favourite cuz it's like old style, click the thing with your thumb gun? It was light silver motel with a wooden handle. Apparently- fan fact- police often use Glock because even though it has a fair bit of recoil, you can fit far more bullets in it. For the first time I ever fired a gun (I did 15 rounds of each gun) I got like 7 bullseyes I'm so proud!

Anyway, love you all,
Byeeeeeeeee xx