Deeks was going to FLETC. Perfect. Excellent. Just what they needed right now. It was good new for Deeks; it meant he’d be able to keep working with the team and return as her partner. The timing just left something to be desired.
Kensi kept her reservations to herself though. Deeks needed support, not her selfish complaints.
“Should I be doing this?” Deeks asked, turning from the bag he’d been efficiently and neatly packing atop their bed.
“But we’re trying to buy a house and start IVF and there’s a creepy killer who’s obsessed with you out there,” he continued, almost as if he hadn’t heard her.
“We can buy a house when you get back, we didn’t get approved for IVF yet, and we can deal with Kessler if he’s stupid enough to come back around here,” Kensi replied. “Plus, those first two things will be a lot easier if you have a job.”
He sighed, plopping onto the bed next to his bag and scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “I feel like I’m abandoning you. This year has not been easy on either of us and I’m worried about you.” He held out his hand, waiting for her to take. Then he pulled her down beside him. “I know you don’t like to talk about it, but our—our struggle to get pregnant has been really hard on you. What if I’m not here and you…I don’t want to just leave you when we’re both vulnerable.”
She’d worried about that too. Her emotions has been unpredictable at best, with Deeks taking most of the brunt when she’d snapped. He didn’t deserve it and she wouldn’t let stop him from securing his future.
“It’s only going to be a few weeks, and work will keep me and my mind busy,” Kensi assured him, a little too brightly even to her own ears. “Plus, I’ll be taking over at the bar too so I’ll have my hands full.”
Deeks’ mouth tightened, his brows furrowing with obvious guilt and she realized too late it was the wrong thing to say.
“Baby, I’ll be fine,” she reiterated.
“You promise you’ll call if you need me?” he asked and she nodded, squeezing his hand tightly enough it probably hurt a little. She leaned into his shoulder, focusing on the contact while she could.
“This is going to suck,” he sighed.
“Yeah, it will. We’ll get through it together.”
