NCIS LA Densi Fan

***

*Everyone’s on the couch, the twins climbing over and around Kensi and Deeks.

Caleb: Daddy kiss.

Deeks: Oh, you want a kiss? *he bends towards Caleb’s cheek*

Caleb, waving his finger: No, no, no! Daddy kiss. Kiss mommy.

Kensi: You want daddy to kiss mommy?

Caleb: nods seriously.

Deeks, smiling: Well, if you insist. *he dips his head as Kensi lift hers and they give each other a quick kiss*

Caleb, clapping: Daddy kiss mommy!

Sophia, watching in apparent awe: Do again!

***

Fatima: Don’t you guys ever get tired of spending time together?

Deeks, immediately: Nope.

Kensi: Why would we get tired of each other?

Fatima, awkwardly: You know…you work and workout together, go to the same trainings. It just seems like you’d want to spend some time apart.

Deeks, smiling at Kensi: Kensi’s the cream in my coffee, my Ladybird, and the only person I’m willing to share a bagel sandwich with. I’m lucky for every second I get to be with her. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kensi, fondly: You’re so cheesy. Which is one of the many, many things I love about him. *she shrugs* We only get so much time in this world, so why not spend it with the person I care about most?

Fatima, wryly: You guys make it really hard for us poor, lonely, single people.

Deeks: Yeah, sorry.

Kensi: If it helps any, it took us like 9-10 years to get to this point.

***

Kensi, giggling: Shh. Wait until we’re inside.

Deeks: kissing her neck: Hey, you’re the one who kissed my—oh hi Nell.

Nell, eyes wide: Hi.

Deeks: Hey, wow, you’re in here. How are you? We were just uh—

Kensi, smoothing her hair down: Um, we were looking for some files.

Nell, now amused: Files, right. In the burn room.

Deeks, chuckling: Can I revise my answer?

Nell: I’ll give you guys some space.

Kensi: Oh, Nell, you won’t mention this to anyone, right?

Nell: Do I ever? And make sure you lock the door.

Deeks, after she leaves: Thank god for Nell.

KENSI BLYE AND MARTY DEEKS

A/N: In honor of the anniversary of the best tv couple ever in the history or television and frankly film. Also, a little deja vu from 3x22 and 6x01.

••••

The older woman scans through her schedule as the engaged pair admire the sample cakes in the display. She locks eyes with the brunette and can’t help the words that leave her lips. “You’re going to make a beautiful bride.”

She can feel the heat rise to her cheeks at the random complement. Then his voice fills the room and she can feel her fake fiancé’s/real life husband’s eyes on her.

“I agree.” And he does because she was definitely the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen as she walked towards him on that fateful March evening exactly 3 years ago today. His heart feels likes about to beat out of his chest when she turns to look up at him with that shy smile on her face. The exact same smile she had when they spent their first few moments alone as husband and wife right before their reception.

“You’re a lucky man.”

“Believe me, I know” His eyes sparkle as they stay connected with his love’s before turning back to the woman on the other side of the counter.

“So how long have you two been together?”

Kensi tries to gather her thoughts but her partner’s making it very hard for her to do so as his hand gently runs up and down her back in a soothing motion. “Well-“

“Unofficially, 9 years, 1 week and 5 days. Officially, 7 years, 3 months and 2 days.”

“Wow, that’s some memory you got there.”

“Can’t forget anything where she’s concerned.”

The agent can feel the heat rise to her cheeks, leaning into his side, playing her part as the blushing bride both for their cover and reality. She knows he loves her with everything he is but sometimes he can absolutely stun her in the most amazing ways.

A challenging look crosses the bakery owner’s face. “Okay then do you remember what she was wearing the first time you two met?”

“Black tank top, jeans, bag that goes across the shoulder, hair down…wavy.”

“Oh, he’s a keeper.” She looks at Kensi flashing her a smile with a hint of nostalgia set in her feature.

“Don’t I know it.”

“How about you, young lady?”

Her brow furrows in confusion at the sudden question directed at her. “What about me?”

“Do you remember what he was wearing?”

She lets out a nervous laugh looking between the two. “You don’t-there’s no way I can possibly remember that.” Turning from the older woman, Kensi turns to her partner. She can see he doesn’t buy it as he tries to bite back a smile. “White tee shirt, red shorts…black socks.”

“Y’all are too cute.”

“Mostly him.” She grins, meeting his eyes as she uses his line from a few years ago.

All of the sudden there’s a resounding crash coming from the back room.

“Oh, dear. I better go check that out.”

Once her back is turned the pair pull out their weapons. “Not so fast, Judith.”

The pair take their cover positions as the raid in the back takes place. Judith now sitting at a booth under their watchful gaze.

As they wait, Deeks looks from his wife to the owner. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I suppose. If I can ask you one in return.”

“Okay. Do you cook cheesecake or is it the same process as pudding?”

“You bake it, son.”

“See, I told you.” The blonde all but jumps in celebration as he flashes a grin at his partner.

“Now my turn.”

“Shoot.”

“Are you two really together?” She sees the looks they send one another and how they acted. She’s in trouble that’s for certain but it’s surprisingly the last thing that’s on her mind right now.

“We’ll according to my husband we have been for a lot longer than I thought.”

“Oh, please, Fern. You’ve been keeping count since the first time I flashed my winning smile at you.”

“More like trying to figure out how you talk so much without your lips falling off.”

“Ohhhh. Touché.”

“Touché.”

“Why? Why do you do this to me?”

“Because I love you and I know how much you hate it.”

***

Until The End Of Time

“I can’t believe we’ve been married for 3 years,” Deeks murmured, trailing his fingers through Kensi’s hair. They’d cleared everything out of the spare bedroom aside from a small dresser. Tomorrow they planned to pick up a bed and some other furniture, but for now it was pretty empty.

Instead of going to their own bedroom, they’d laid out a blanket and some pillows, deciding to camp out their for the time being. Maybe it was silly, but Deeks was reluctant to leave.

“Should have escaped when you had the chance,” Kensi teased, shifting her on their shared pillow. “Now you’re stuck with me forever.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Really?” She sounded at least slightly surprised. “You wouldn’t change anything about the last three years?”

“Well, I might have things go a little easier for us,” Deeks admitted. “Maybe a few less injuries, but otherwise? No. I think we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

“It does seem like things are finally coming together. The house is fixed up, we’re not in extreme debt, and,” she paused to inhale shallowly. “We’re finally getting a foster placement.”

“Yeah,” Deeks agreed, allowing a soft smile. “Do you think he’ll like it?” He lifted his hand briefly to gesture at the walls, which they’d repainted in a warm shade of blue. They’d also bought some galaxy themed decorations, but held off on applying them yet just in case.

“I think so.” She shrugged against his shoulder. “And we can change it if he doesn’t.” They were silent for a minute, Kensi’s breath soft in his ear. “It’s kind of crazy to think about after all this time. It almost feels like a fantasy sometimes. Like maybe we’ll wake up and realize it was just a dream.”

“I know what you mean. But this time it’s going to be different.”

“And if it’s not?” Kensi asked softly, doubt and refusal to hope in her voice. “There’s no guarantee with foster kids.”

“Hey, don’t think like that,” Deeks said gently. “We’re going to welcome Caleb into our home and yeah, at first it’s probably going to be weird and a little rough, but eventually, we’ll all adapt. We’ll be a family. In a few months he’ll be complaining that he hates peas and want to paint the walls black and join a hard metal band.”

Kensi snorted, successfully diverted from her woes.

“I think you might be confusing him with an angsty teenager, minus the peas part. That also was incredibly specific. Did you have another secret band you never told me about?” Kensi asked.

“Nope. But I did ask my mom if I could get an earring,” Deeks told Kensi, which made her gasp. She briefly pushed herself up enough for him to see her look of disbelief.

“You’re joking.” When Deeks shook his head, she laughed again. “Somehow I can’t picture you with an earring.”

“Ok, I was 13 and Ray convinced me that it would make us look cool to the girls we liked.”

Making a delighted sound now, Kensi lightly tapped his chest several times.

“Ok, I’m going to need pictures of this,” she decided. “ I can just see you now with a little gold hoop. Like a 70s version of a pirate.”

“Luckily for me, there is no photographic evidence of that particular poor life choice because I never got around to mine. Since our moms said no, we decided to pierce our ears ourselves,” Deeks explained.

“Oh no...”

“Again, completely spearheaded by Ray. He was acting all tough and told me to do his first. I got halfway through one ear, he saw blood, and passed out. Pretty sure that’s when my slight fear of needles kicked in.”

“Well, let’s hope that all of that is several years away for Caleb,” Kensi said, resting her hand on his chest.

“Oh god, we’ll never make it,” he groaned. He laid his fingers over Kensi’s, smiling as he stared up at the ceiling. “Am I crazy if I say I can’t wait?”

“No, I was thinking the same thing.”

Brushing her hair back with his free hand, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, shifting to cup the back of her head.

“I love you, Kensi,” he murmured. “Happy Anniversary.”