That was a crazy day.

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That was a crazy day.
A/N: I’m glad you guys are enjoying this silly little story! If I didn’t say it before, 90% of this story will just be Kensi and Deeks trying not to flirt and failing miserably.
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On a Wave’s Edge, Part 5
Kensi had spent another three hours with Deeks, practicing various beginning techniques. Although she had agility on her side, it turned out that she was lacking some of the fundamental skills that would ensure she didn’t spend all her time crashing.
Deeks seemed to possess infinite patience even when Kensi’s frustration broke through. By the end of the session, he deemed her ready and sent her off with her new collection of surfing gear.
The next morning, she was back on the beach, this time headed for the first lesson with Branston. She paused about thirty yards from the surf shop, rolling her back to ease the ache from carting around a surfboard and duffel bag.
“You ready for this?” Callen asked. Both he and Sam seemed unusually worried about her despite this being one of the easiest cases they’d worked in a while.
“I think I can handle seducing a pompous LA con artist,” Kensi muttered, taking a moment to check her bikini top was in place. She’d gone with a deep teal shade and a tad smaller than her usual preference, with the hope that it would draw Meyers’ attention.
“I know you can. Just don’t get complacent because this guy hasn’t been violent yet. That can always change,” Sam reminded her.
“Got it. Now everybody shut up and let me get to work.”
Deeks was waiting for her when she walked up. He already wore his wetsuit, though he had it peeled down to his waist and had a light blue surfboard standing up in the sand.
If she’d thought he looked good in a t-shirt and jeans, the sight of his perfectly tan skin was even more impressive.
Keep it together, Kensi, she told herself.
“Hey.” Deeks offered her a warm smile as she reached him, and he took the duffel bag, much to Kensi’s relief. She noticed eyes dipping to her chest for a second before he caught himself and quickly looked back up. “You’re early.”
Kensi bit back a smile and definitely didn’t stand a little straighter in response. “Hi. I wanted a few minutes to debrief,” she explained. “Make sure we have our stories straight.”
“You’re Melissa Warren. You’re 31 years old, work for an art gallery, and you’re trying to find more of a work-life balance. You adore 90s movies and long walks on the beach,” Deeks rattled off, folding his arms over his chest. “Did I miss anything?”
For inexplicable reasons, Kensi found it incredibly sexy. “Not bad, but I don’t recall the part about the movies,” Kensi noted.
“I improvised.”
“Just remember we need him to like me but also think I’m stupid enough to buy into his con.”
“I think I can manage that,” Deeks assured her. He used a finger to gesture to her vaguely. “You might want to get changed now. It always takes longer than I plan on.”
“I thought Meyers should get a good look before we get started,” Kensi told him teasingly. “You don’t think it’s too much, right?”
Deeks nodded several times, ruffling his hair as he deliberately looked past her. It was kind of adorable. “Yeah, no, it’s exactly enough. Some might say perfect.”
“Oh, you think—”
“Normally, I wouldn’t interrupt, but I’m afraid our date is here, Melissa,” Deeks said.
02/JUN/2025 - Lou of the day
"You've only lived in California?" Kensi asked.
"Yes. Born in here, grew up here, went to college here, went to law school here, passed the California bar – first time, by the way – got a job here, got several jobs here, actually," Deeks replied.
"You could have gone to college or law school out of state."
"Why?"
"See other parts of the country, see other parts of the world."
"But I like this part of the country. I like this part of the world. And if I want to see other parts of the country and other parts of the world, they have these amazing things called vacations. Perhaps you've heard of them."
"A vacation is a week in someplace where you stay in a hotel, eat at restaurants and see tourist trappy-things. Don't you want to experience real living someplace that isn't Los Angeles."
Shaking his head, Deeks said, "No. I go on vacation to get away from the real living experience. I want to go to Vegas, stay at the Bellagio, get a cabana by the pool, relax, get cleaned up, watch the fountains, have dinner at Prime, see some cool show, maybe laugh at a comedian, go to bed and do it again for another few days. Viva Vas Vegas."
"What, no gambling?
"No. The rooms, the amenities at the hotel, the fancy restaurants and the shows all cost they less than they should because the casino wants you to spend money on slots or playing cards or some other games. I'm winning because I'm getting the less expensive food, drink, show, whatever without dropping a single penny playing roulette."
"Vegas isn't a real vacation anyway."
"Agree to disagree. Where would you have your dream vacation?"
"I'd like to climb Everest."
"Of course you would."
"You wouldn't."
"No. It is a fine dream vacation for someone like you but I'm not camping in the snow as I climb 29,000-feet plus over sea level…"
"You know that off the top of your head."
"I like travel documentaries. Mt. Everest docs seem especially cool. Or cold. But I'd rather stay at a nice hotel with 400-count sheets, pools with cabanas and beach wait service."
"Soft."
"Hardly. A vacation where you put your feet up and recharge is good for the mind, the body and the soul."
"As long as you have a pool side cabana and food and drinks brought to you on the beach."
"You can hoof it up a mountain, I'll be good with some guava juice and the cut fruit on the beach, listening to a podcast while the ocean does what the ocean does. I live in California because I like California. And you don't seem too unhappy with the place either."
"But that's because I lived other places."
"I didn't need to live other places. Everything I want is here. Sun, surf, mudslides, earthquakes, friends, job, good food, an occasional movie star sighting, fun things to do. We get everything here."
"I bet you'd like someplace else."
"No interest in someplace else. I know my place in the world," Deeks said. And he did.
"You are part orangutan." "You're looking at my butt, aren't you?" "I could have just picked the lock!" "Yeah, and miss this opportunity to impress you?"
DANIELA RUAH as KENSI BLYE and ERIC CHRISTIAN OLSEN as MARTY DEEKS in NCIS: LOS ANGELES 6X06 | SEAL HUNTER
PROUD HUSBANDS & WIFE 🥺❤️
densi scenes i can't get enough of - "you're a good man, Marty Deeks."
A/N: Densimber wouldn’t be complete without a hefty dose of angst. I hope you enjoy. This is set within the first couple of years of Kensi and Deeks’ relationship.
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Careless Words
Deeks is pretty good at ignoring what other people think of him. He’s had most of his life to practice, after all. Normally, he has no problem defending himself if needed, or playing into inaccurate assumptions for his own benefit. If he can’t have respect, then he’ll enjoy proving everyone wrong.
Sometimes though, it hits a little deeper. Tonight is one of those times. He and Kensi are out with a friend from her cardio class and another couple he’s never met before. There’s already a slightly awkward tinge to the conversation and somehow, it’s drifted into various surface-level anecdotes.
“Deeks has always been a little sensitive,” Kensi says after sharing a fairly embarrassing story. She nudges his shoulder, clearly looking for approval as the other people at the table laugh at his expense.
Just laugh along, he tells himself, but he can’t ignore the slightly cruel edge to Kensi’s voice. Or the sense that he’s once again being pushed out in favor of a relative stranger.
Still, Deeks manages to play along for the rest of the outing. He’s a little more quiet than usual, but everyone else is just drunk enough to not notice and fill in for his silence.
When they finally get home, Kensi stubbles just a little on her way to the front door, grabbing onto Deeks’ arm for support.
“What’s going on with you?” she asks, leaning on him. “You’ve been weird most of the night. Caroline kept asking if you were sick or didn’t like er.
“I’ve just been thinking,” Deeks says vaguely.
“Well, that explains the smell.” She snort-laughs. When he doesn’t join in, Kensi pushes back, and squints at him. “Why do you look so annoyed?”
“Sorry, I’ll try to keep better control of my emotions. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m too sensitive again.” It’s petty, but he feels a little better throwing her words back in her face. Yeah, that’s definitely petty.
Kensi looks confused for a second, then rolls her eyes and signs once realization hits.
“Baby, you know I was joking about that, right.”
“Oh yeah, it was hilarious. I didn’t realize it was an opinion you needed to share with new acquaintances, but then again, you’ve always had a different sense of humor than me.”
“That’s kind of rude,” she says playfully.
“Yeah, so is criticizing me in front of people we just met under the guise of a joke,” Deeks retorts.
Sighing again, Kensi presses a hand to her cheek. They’ve both been drinking. He should probably leave this until a better. Until the sting has worn off and he convinces himself he doesn’t care.
“You have to admit sometimes you can be…I don’t know, a little overly emotional.” Kensi waves her hand at him. “You like to talk about everything and usually lead with your heart and all that.”
And that’s the proverbial straw.
“Right, you think I’m too soft. Just like everyone thinks I’ll be the weak link when it comes down to it.” He laughs, hating how bitter he sounds right now. This is not how he saw the night going at all, yet somehow he can’t stop the words from pouring out of him. “I guess you’d prefer it if I leaned into my darker side, huh? If I acted more like my dad or Max.”
Kensi recoils as if the words physically hurt her. “Of course I don’t,” she says, more seriously than anything else she’s said the whole night. Suddenly, she looks completely sober. “Deeks, that’s not what I meant at all. I just—” She stops abruptly, her inability to finish confirming what Deeks has been feeling for the last three hours.
Brushing his hair out of the way, he looks beyond Kensi. “You know how hard I’ve worked to not be like that,” Deeks catches her eyes, having to look away again when he sees the glimmer of tears in her eyes. “Yeah, I overthink things and talk too much, but I thought by now you understood or I don’t know, maybe even secretly liked it.”
“I do,” she whispers.
“Then why? Why even say it.”
“I don’t know.” Kensi shrugs, looking like she might actually cry. “It’s habit? I guess I didn’t realize it would bother you that much.” Reaching out, she grabs his arms, pleading now. “I’m sorry, Deeks. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Yeah, it’s a little too late for that, isn’t it?”
“Deeks, what does that mean?” Kensi whispers, sounding scared now.
“I don’t know. But I, uh, I think I need some space,” he says, slowly releasing Kensi’s hold. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”
“Deeks, don’t. Baby, let’s talk about it some more.”
“I’ll be back.” He walks away, not sure where he’s head, and a deep, heavy ache in his chest.
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A/N: I hope this doesn’t seem too OOC.