Densi Forever

My Rock, my Love, my Rainbow

Deeks POV

Mornings suck. Like more than anything else in the world. You have to leave the comfort of your warm comfy bed and go out into the cruel world of crazy teenagers and radiation poisoning. But I guess I have to pay for this bed some way so I have to get up some time.

I pull myself out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I grab the coffee filter and fill it up with water and then dump half a bag of beans in it. That's gonna be really strong. Suddenly, I hear my phone ring in my room. I walk in and it is nowhere to be seen. I can hear it though, so I jump onto my bed  and start to rip the pillows and sheets off to find it before it stops ringing. I hear a thud hit the floor and jump off the bed, hitting the wall and knocking over a lamp as I answer at the last second.

"Marty Deeks, saver of the world and master of the telephone, how can I help you today?" I answer. "Deeks, that is the most ridiculous way I have ever heard anyone answer the phone. Ever. You're lucky it was just me. If it had been Hetty you would be shot," I hear Kensi say. "Oh, Fern, that hurts. It hurts so bad I just might run late to work..." I say, knowing she'll be mad if I make her late. "Speaking of which, are you on your way to come get me? Sam and Callen might go easy on you, but they'll be pissed at me if I delay a case." "Come open your back door and you'll find out," she says, and then I hear the dialtone as she hangs up on me. "I'll take that as a yes," I mumble as I stumble towards the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and jamming it in my mouth as I change my pants. I sniff my t-shirt and deside it smells good enough for work.

But then I remember that I'll be in Kensi's car. Alone. With Kensi.

So I grab a t-shirt out of my closet and manage to manuever out of the one I slept in and into the new one while still brushing my teeth. Major skills there. I slip on my shoes as I run towards the kitchen to grab my disgusting coffee and then head to the back door. I pull it open, ready to say something to Kensi, but I see neither her car nor her. "Huh," I wonder aloud, walking out the door and looking around. Strange.

I walk backwards into my house, still looking around. I close the door and turn around. "HOLY SHIT!" I scream, jumping out of my shoes and then landing on my butt on the floor. There, standing not 2 inches from my face, was Kensi Marie Blye. She laughs so hard she starts cackling. "That....was....so...funny!" "Oh, really, you think you're funny?" I ask. She nods her head but before she can say anything else I sweep her leg out from under her and she lands on the ground. It doesn't stop her though. She rolls onto her stomach, clutching her side in pain as she gasps for air between laughs.

"How the hell did you get into my house, crazy mutant ninja?" I ask, smiling because of how ridiculous she looks rolling around on the floor. "I......I.....I....I can't..... I can't talk!" She gasps. I watch as she slowly pulls herself together and stands up, facing me. "I will never tell," she says, her face so dead serious I start to get a little scared.

"Umm, ya, ok, well we better get going then. Where did you park the car?" I ask, trying quickly to change the subject. She glances down at the floor but before she can open her mouth I interrupt, knowing what she's gonna say. "Oh come on! It's been 3 weeks since I woke up! I'm out of physical therapy! Today's supposed to be my first day back! You can't keep me here! I will find a way out!" I declare.

She sighs. "Deeks, you need to completely recover before you go out in the field. What if you make a mistake and someone gets hurt? If I bring you in now you'll just be doing desk work and I'll be stuck with Granger as a partner. So Hetty gave me the week off. You get to go in next week. And that is final," she says, turning towards the kitchen.

"But Kensi, PLEEEASSSEEEE? I'm BORED. Lemme go to work!" I exlaim, jumping up and down as I stomp towards her. "Stop your complaining or I'll send you to your room," she smiles, popping a grape into her mouth.

"You break into my house, you eat my grapes, and you don't let me do anything interesting. You're no fun," I say, shaking my head at her. She turns back at me, her jaw-dropped. "Excuse me? I'm tons of fun. I'm way more fun than hanging out with a two year old stuck in a grown mans body," she says, sticking her tounge out at me.

"I suppose you're referring to me? I guess you're right. I'm childish and playful and have a body of steel. I get what you're saying. That's a clever way to hit on me there," I wink at her. She rolls her eyes and throws a grape at me.

I drop my jaw in shock. "Kensi Marie Blye, did you just waste food? There are starving children in Africa who want nothing more than just a grape to eat and you're just wasting it. I'm dissapointed in you," I say, feigning disbelief. She rolls her eyes. "Oh god, you sound like my mother," she says. I frown. "Is that not a turn on? Duly noted," I wink.

She smiles and tries not to laugh and I break into a smile. It's been so long since I've really seen her happy. Since before I got sick. And that's a long time not to be happy. A very long time.

I walk into the living room and sit down on the couch and she sits down next to me. "Hey, quick question. Why is it we're always getting ourselves into some seriously screwed up shit? I pretended I had a sister who turned into an assasin and tried to kill us all and then you got shot and I got arrested and then I was exposed to radioactive decay and almost died and then I fell into a coma. And that's just recently. Before that I was taken hostage and tortured, you got kidnapped in Afghanistan, we've almost been blown up like 100 times, and somehow some way we always end up getting shot at. Why is it us? Do we have a bad luck charm?" I ask.

Kensi's face gets serious and I can tell she's thinking hard about how to answer because her eyebrows are all scrunched up and she looks like an adorable puppy. An adorable puppy that can kill me, but an adorable puppy nontheless. She shrugs.

"I think.... I think sometimes, we forget the real reason we do those things. The real reason those bad things happento us. I think we volunteer, we let them happen to us so that they won't happen to other people. We sacrifice ourselves for people who will never know out names or who we are because we care about them. And it's easy to forget that, but we kind of need to remember it to keep us going. At least for me. Just knowing there are innocent people out there who I can help prevent from paying the price fro a crime that they didn't commit, that's what keeps me going. I want to help make the world a better place. I don't know. I guess. Why do you keep going? What's your motive?" She asks, looking up from the floor and looking into my eyes.

I clear my throat and stare into her beautiful mismatched eyes. "I-I don't know. It used to be the idea of finding and punishing people like my dad helping kids like me, but it's changed. I guess, now, it's you. It's waking up every day and remembering what it was like to not know where you were or if you were safe. I just remember how awful that was and i don't want anyone else to ever have to feel that. So it's you. You're my reason. You're my inpiration. You're my......my rock. And I have no idea what I would be doing if I hadn't met you," I say, glancing down at the floor as her eyes soften. I hear her draw in breath, trying to form a sentence, and I know I've made things awkward.

But then I feel her lips on mine and I sense that maybe we're changing. Maybe our routine isn't the same anymore. That was usually where we sat in awkward silence until I offered her a drink or changed the subject. But she's trying now. She's really trying. Trying to let me in. I ponder the thought as I kiss her back slowly, gently.

And thank god. Because so far, it's been like having a conversation with a wall. And wall's aren't great companions. But now, now it's different.

Now it's like talking to... I don't know, a rainbow.

And talking to a rainbow is the best thing to talk to.

Because no matter how mad or sad or depressed or pissed off you are,

A rainbow always makes it better.

And Kensi is my rainbow.

~~~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AHHHH! SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE OVER A MONTH! I'M REALLY SORRY! I JUST COULDN'T FIND ANY INSPIRATION BECAUSE OF KENSI AND DEEKS BEING SEPARATED BUT IT'S ALL GOOD NOW! YAY!!!!!!

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