It’s been a week and a half since Deeks and the team rescued me and I was admitted into the hospital. It’s been a sucky two weeks. Luckily, it got a little better when on the second day they cleared me for donuts and real food. Thank. The. Lord.
Deeks has been visiting me everyday, multiple times. Coming over for his lunch break, before work, after work. He woke me up at six a.m. just to check on me. Three times. It was sweet. Really sweet. The tingles are still there. His fingers brushed mine when we were both reaching for donuts, and I swear my heart stopped. It’s weird, but good weird, I think.
It was around eight thirty at night when I heard the door to my room open and sat up quickly, ignoring the objection from my injuries. It was Deeks and Dr. Maybin. I smiled. I was going home. I could just tell.
Doctor Maybin flipped through my chart and then smiled. “Congratulations, Miss Blye. You can go home,” he told me, confirming my suspicion.
I could’ve screamed with joy. For real. Deeks just smiled at me. His smile was enough to light up an entire room. It was my very favorite smile.
“Detective Deeks has signed you out, and you are cleared to leave. But, you’re going to need to stay with someone else for a week or so. And you are not cleared to go back to work. You’ll need to go to weekly check-ups, and we’ll let you know when it’s okay for you to return to your duties.”
“Stay at someone else’s house?” I echoed. “Why?”
“Agent Blye, your injuries are extensive and if were up to me I would keep you here for another two weeks. You have over a hundred stitches inside you. Your house is still a crime scene, according to the LAPD, and it’s not safe for you to be on your own. This is not up for discussion. Whenever you’re ready, come sign yourself out and then you may go to whoever you staying with’s house.”
I grumbled something about being an adult under my breath, and then smiled at the doctor. “Thank you.”
He nodded, smiled back, and left. It was just me and Deeks. I stood up, wincing slightly, and went into the bathroom to get ready. I left the door cracked but closed enough so Deeks couldn’t see me and shed my clothes, changing into a simple white V-neck and a pair of jeans.
“So,” Deeks began, “whose house are you staying at?” I could hear the hope in his voice. It was adorable.
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe my mom’s. Or Callen’s,” I replied slowly, toying with him.
“Oh,” he said from the other room. He sounded disappointed. I brushed my hair and teeth and then came out of the bathroom with my bag of stuff. I laughed at the expression on his face.
“I’m just kidding. My mom would drive me insane and Callen wouldn’t let me sleep. Can I stay with you?” I already knew the answer, but just asked to be polite.
“Hmm, I’ll think about it on the drive over,” he replied coyly, smiling.
I smiled back. “I’m driving.”
“Oh, no you’re not, Fern. I’m driving.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Two points. One: Don’t call me Fern. Two: There’s no way in hell you’re driving my car.”
He put on a faux-wounded expression. “I drive your car all the time! And I’m a better driver than you!”
I finished gathering up my stuff and gave him an are-you-kidding-me look. “I am an excellent driver!” I objected.
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Comminication Skills
FanfictionKensi Blye and Marty Deeks have been partners for years, but they both feel like it should be something more. With the chaos of work and friends and bosses, they just don't knew what to do. They obviously can't be together because they're partners...
