Perfect Together
Title: Perfect Together
Length/Word Count: 1717
Pairing/Characters: Kensi/Deeks
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Summary: Kensi's always wanted to be the best, but with Deeks, she's perfect.
Note: Prompt "stop trying to fix me" from dailyprompt at Dreamwidth
She knocked his hand away as soon as his fingers touched her hair. Undisturbed, he stock his hand out again to pull a leaf out of her hair. She slapped his hand away a second time, but this time he held the leaf up her with a victorious grin on his face.
“I got it.”
“Stop trying to fix me Deeks,” Kensi said with a glare.
“I wasn’t fixing you. I was saving the leaf from your temper,” he retorted. “The last thing I would ever try to do is fix you. Because we all know that you’re perfect.”
“I’m better than you,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh so much better. Especially with directions. Because you were right, your way was quicker. Sliding down the side of a hill is much quicker that taking the path. It didn’t work so well for the leaf though, without your shortcut he’d still be on the forest floor with his leafy friends,” Deeks said with a grin.
“Shut up Deeks,” she said as she dusted herself off. “It was quicker.”
“I said you were right,” he said with a shrug. “Just like always.”
“And you’re annoying. Just like always.”
“If this isn’t working, I can leave,” he looked at the leaf in his head. “I can make like a leaf and leave. Go back to LAPD. For real.”
He stalked away, not waiting for her answer. After his fake departure and her Christmas trip lie it had become harder and harder to work with her. She was still mad he lied to her, and instead of talking about it, or getting over it she had lied about going somewhere over Christmas, leaving them both to have a very crappy holiday when he found out the truth.
She caught up to him quickly and tugged on his arm. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I want a lot of things Kensi. Doesn’t mean that I’m going to get them,” he said, pulling out of her grip. He wouldn’t leave her, but there was no sense in telling her that. For once he wanted to see her fight for him instead of against him.
She stopped following him and plopped down on the ground. He turned around to stare at her. Her shoulders were slumped as she buried her face in her hands. He thought that he saw her shoulders shake, but he wasn’t sure. He fought against his urge to go to her; instead he continued to stand a few feet off, watching her, waiting to see what she would do.
Finally she looked up at him, her make-up streaking down her face. “Just go. Leave. If you don’t now then you will one day. If you do it now, it won’t hurt later.”
He was beside her in an instant, pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Defeat, true defeat was not something he had expected. Fake crocodile tears, or laughter, or even anger he had expected from her. When she sat on the ground he had expected her to pout, but not truly be upset. Her body was almost limp against his. The only sign that she acknowledged him at all was the fact that her fist has latched onto his t-shirt and she was clinging to it.
“I’m not leaving Fern,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise you will never get rid of me that easily.”
She buried her head against his chest, her tears wetting his shirt at those words. He continued to hold her, softly stroking her back and she cried. There were so many questions on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to ask and didn’t know how to. He wasn’t sure why a typical fight between them had set her crying, but sitting on the ground with her wrapped in his arms, he was sure it was more than just his words that had upset her.
“When I was a kid, after I shot my dad, he got sent away to jail for beating my mom and my mom was furious. Suddenly we had less than no money, and she blamed me for it. She kicked me out and told me that she couldn’t afford to have me around,” Deeks took a deep breath. “Ray’s family took me in. His mom told me that you never walk away from the people you care about, no matter what. She helped my mom find a job, and it wasn’t long before she came back and wanted me to come home. And I went. And things were better.”
He felt her shake her head against his chest. “Everyone that’s left me has never come back.”
“I know Kensi. And I promise I’ll never leave. Because even though things got better with my mom, I never forgot the look on her face when she kicked me out and told me she didn’t want me, that I was just a burden to her. After, she ended up being a great mom, and I know she was sorry for what she did to me. But that’s never made it hurt any less,” he paused, and ran his hand under her chin, tipping her face so her eyes met his. “I will never do that to you. I’m sorry about the case, I’m sorry I let them talk me into not telling you. Nell and I knew it was wrong, and we let them convince us that you would be ok, and you’re not. And I’m sorry. And if I could take it back I would, but I can’t, and I wish you would stop being mad, and I swear, the only way I’d ever leave you is in a body bag.”
“I had a lead in Hawaii about my dad’s death,” Kensi said slowly. “And I wanted to go back and look into it some more. I booked a ticket, got a hotel. But I couldn’t make myself go. I couldn’t do it alone, and I didn’t know how to ask for help.”
“You don’t have to ask Kensi,” Deeks said with a sad smile. “Just say, ‘Deeks, pack a bag, I have a lead’ and I will, and we’ll go.”
She shrugged. “Just like that.”
“Just like that. You’re my partner Kens. And you’re my best friend,” he nervously ran his hand through his hair. “You’re pretty much all I have Fern. You and Monty.”
She nodded and buried her head against his chest. He could tell that he had embarrassed her with his words. While it was true that neither of them had that many people around them, she had the benefit of working with NCIS longer than he had, and he knew everyone there loved her. He wasn’t sure the same could be said for him.
“And let’s face it,” he said trying to lighten the mood. “You’re a lot nicer to look at than Monty. And you don’t drool in my lap. Even if you did soak my shirt a little.”
She chuckled softly and he grinned. Running his hand down her back, he was surprised when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him. With the exception of occasionally using him as a punching bag, she usually tried to avoid physical contact with him.
“You’re mine too,” she said softly, her voice muffled by his chest.
“You’re what?” he asked gently.
She looked up at him. “Do I really have to say it?”
He nodded.
“I know that I’m difficult, and I know I’m not perfect, and I work too hard to be better than everyone else,” she paused and met his eyes. “Before I met you, no one had ever been there for me most of my life. I learned how to handle everything on my own. Buy you’re there. You’re all I really have. And that scares me.”
“Why?” he asked as he brushed a stray piece of hair from her face.
“What if I wake up one day, and you’re gone?” she asked, biting her lip. “What if I’m alone again?”
“What if you wake up one day and I’m right beside you?” Deeks whispered, fearful of asking, but realizing it was something he needed to know.
Kensi looked up at him in surprise and shrugged.
“You’ve thought about it,” he said softly.”You know you’re thought about it.”
She started to wiggle out of his hold, but he held tight. When she realized he wasn’t letting go, she stopped struggling and sighed. “I may have thought about it.”
“And?”
“I was really good. You weren’t too bad either,” she said with a grin.
“Kens,” he said gently, and the smile fell from her face.
“I don’t know Deeks,” she said with a frown. “Yes, I’ve thought about it. And it terrifies me.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “What if we make it that far and I lose you? What then?”
“What if we make it that far, and it’s amazing?” he countered. “What if we make it that far and it’s everything we’ve ever wanted and more? What if we make it that far and realize that we’re perfect together?”
He watched her carefully, trying to judge her mood by the look on her face. When she didn’t try to pull away from him, he cupped her chin with his hand and pulled her face to his. She met his eyes as his lips touched hers. He felt her grin against his lips as he deepened the kiss. She pushed him slightly, knocking them both back into the grass. Her legs fell on either side of him and she lay on top of him, his hands wrapped around her waist.
He broke the kiss first, and stared into her eyes.
“That was, rather perfect,” she said with a soft smile.
“Just like everything you do,” he said with a grin as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck.
She leaned in and softly kissed his cheek. “I think it’s because it’s you.”
“I think we’d be good together Kens. I think we do have a thing. And I know that I want to try,” he said with a smile. “What do you say?”
She nodded. “You won’t leave me?”
He shook his head. “Never.”
“Ok.”
He grinned. “Ok?”
She leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his. “Ok.”
Length/Word Count: 1717
Pairing/Characters: Kensi/Deeks
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Summary: Kensi's always wanted to be the best, but with Deeks, she's perfect.
Note: Prompt "stop trying to fix me" from dailyprompt at Dreamwidth
She knocked his hand away as soon as his fingers touched her hair. Undisturbed, he stock his hand out again to pull a leaf out of her hair. She slapped his hand away a second time, but this time he held the leaf up her with a victorious grin on his face.
“I got it.”
“Stop trying to fix me Deeks,” Kensi said with a glare.
“I wasn’t fixing you. I was saving the leaf from your temper,” he retorted. “The last thing I would ever try to do is fix you. Because we all know that you’re perfect.”
“I’m better than you,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh so much better. Especially with directions. Because you were right, your way was quicker. Sliding down the side of a hill is much quicker that taking the path. It didn’t work so well for the leaf though, without your shortcut he’d still be on the forest floor with his leafy friends,” Deeks said with a grin.
“Shut up Deeks,” she said as she dusted herself off. “It was quicker.”
“I said you were right,” he said with a shrug. “Just like always.”
“And you’re annoying. Just like always.”
“If this isn’t working, I can leave,” he looked at the leaf in his head. “I can make like a leaf and leave. Go back to LAPD. For real.”
He stalked away, not waiting for her answer. After his fake departure and her Christmas trip lie it had become harder and harder to work with her. She was still mad he lied to her, and instead of talking about it, or getting over it she had lied about going somewhere over Christmas, leaving them both to have a very crappy holiday when he found out the truth.
She caught up to him quickly and tugged on his arm. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I want a lot of things Kensi. Doesn’t mean that I’m going to get them,” he said, pulling out of her grip. He wouldn’t leave her, but there was no sense in telling her that. For once he wanted to see her fight for him instead of against him.
She stopped following him and plopped down on the ground. He turned around to stare at her. Her shoulders were slumped as she buried her face in her hands. He thought that he saw her shoulders shake, but he wasn’t sure. He fought against his urge to go to her; instead he continued to stand a few feet off, watching her, waiting to see what she would do.
Finally she looked up at him, her make-up streaking down her face. “Just go. Leave. If you don’t now then you will one day. If you do it now, it won’t hurt later.”
He was beside her in an instant, pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Defeat, true defeat was not something he had expected. Fake crocodile tears, or laughter, or even anger he had expected from her. When she sat on the ground he had expected her to pout, but not truly be upset. Her body was almost limp against his. The only sign that she acknowledged him at all was the fact that her fist has latched onto his t-shirt and she was clinging to it.
“I’m not leaving Fern,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise you will never get rid of me that easily.”
She buried her head against his chest, her tears wetting his shirt at those words. He continued to hold her, softly stroking her back and she cried. There were so many questions on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to ask and didn’t know how to. He wasn’t sure why a typical fight between them had set her crying, but sitting on the ground with her wrapped in his arms, he was sure it was more than just his words that had upset her.
“When I was a kid, after I shot my dad, he got sent away to jail for beating my mom and my mom was furious. Suddenly we had less than no money, and she blamed me for it. She kicked me out and told me that she couldn’t afford to have me around,” Deeks took a deep breath. “Ray’s family took me in. His mom told me that you never walk away from the people you care about, no matter what. She helped my mom find a job, and it wasn’t long before she came back and wanted me to come home. And I went. And things were better.”
He felt her shake her head against his chest. “Everyone that’s left me has never come back.”
“I know Kensi. And I promise I’ll never leave. Because even though things got better with my mom, I never forgot the look on her face when she kicked me out and told me she didn’t want me, that I was just a burden to her. After, she ended up being a great mom, and I know she was sorry for what she did to me. But that’s never made it hurt any less,” he paused, and ran his hand under her chin, tipping her face so her eyes met his. “I will never do that to you. I’m sorry about the case, I’m sorry I let them talk me into not telling you. Nell and I knew it was wrong, and we let them convince us that you would be ok, and you’re not. And I’m sorry. And if I could take it back I would, but I can’t, and I wish you would stop being mad, and I swear, the only way I’d ever leave you is in a body bag.”
“I had a lead in Hawaii about my dad’s death,” Kensi said slowly. “And I wanted to go back and look into it some more. I booked a ticket, got a hotel. But I couldn’t make myself go. I couldn’t do it alone, and I didn’t know how to ask for help.”
“You don’t have to ask Kensi,” Deeks said with a sad smile. “Just say, ‘Deeks, pack a bag, I have a lead’ and I will, and we’ll go.”
She shrugged. “Just like that.”
“Just like that. You’re my partner Kens. And you’re my best friend,” he nervously ran his hand through his hair. “You’re pretty much all I have Fern. You and Monty.”
She nodded and buried her head against his chest. He could tell that he had embarrassed her with his words. While it was true that neither of them had that many people around them, she had the benefit of working with NCIS longer than he had, and he knew everyone there loved her. He wasn’t sure the same could be said for him.
“And let’s face it,” he said trying to lighten the mood. “You’re a lot nicer to look at than Monty. And you don’t drool in my lap. Even if you did soak my shirt a little.”
She chuckled softly and he grinned. Running his hand down her back, he was surprised when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him. With the exception of occasionally using him as a punching bag, she usually tried to avoid physical contact with him.
“You’re mine too,” she said softly, her voice muffled by his chest.
“You’re what?” he asked gently.
She looked up at him. “Do I really have to say it?”
He nodded.
“I know that I’m difficult, and I know I’m not perfect, and I work too hard to be better than everyone else,” she paused and met his eyes. “Before I met you, no one had ever been there for me most of my life. I learned how to handle everything on my own. Buy you’re there. You’re all I really have. And that scares me.”
“Why?” he asked as he brushed a stray piece of hair from her face.
“What if I wake up one day, and you’re gone?” she asked, biting her lip. “What if I’m alone again?”
“What if you wake up one day and I’m right beside you?” Deeks whispered, fearful of asking, but realizing it was something he needed to know.
Kensi looked up at him in surprise and shrugged.
“You’ve thought about it,” he said softly.”You know you’re thought about it.”
She started to wiggle out of his hold, but he held tight. When she realized he wasn’t letting go, she stopped struggling and sighed. “I may have thought about it.”
“And?”
“I was really good. You weren’t too bad either,” she said with a grin.
“Kens,” he said gently, and the smile fell from her face.
“I don’t know Deeks,” she said with a frown. “Yes, I’ve thought about it. And it terrifies me.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “What if we make it that far and I lose you? What then?”
“What if we make it that far, and it’s amazing?” he countered. “What if we make it that far and it’s everything we’ve ever wanted and more? What if we make it that far and realize that we’re perfect together?”
He watched her carefully, trying to judge her mood by the look on her face. When she didn’t try to pull away from him, he cupped her chin with his hand and pulled her face to his. She met his eyes as his lips touched hers. He felt her grin against his lips as he deepened the kiss. She pushed him slightly, knocking them both back into the grass. Her legs fell on either side of him and she lay on top of him, his hands wrapped around her waist.
He broke the kiss first, and stared into her eyes.
“That was, rather perfect,” she said with a soft smile.
“Just like everything you do,” he said with a grin as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck.
She leaned in and softly kissed his cheek. “I think it’s because it’s you.”
“I think we’d be good together Kens. I think we do have a thing. And I know that I want to try,” he said with a smile. “What do you say?”
She nodded. “You won’t leave me?”
He shook his head. “Never.”
“Ok.”
He grinned. “Ok?”
She leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his. “Ok.”