#pre densi

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy 4th, if you’re celebrating. Alternatively, Happy Steve Rogers’ birthday. This one is set around season 4. A light, thematic fic for the day.

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Memories of Red and Blue

Kensi glances out her window, watching a family dressed in flag shirts and shiny necklaces. She presumes they’re headed for a parade. Instead of joining the Fourth of July festivities, she and Deeks are stuck in her SUV on an emergency surveillance detail.

“They look like they’re having fun,” she comments, continuing to watch as the youngest girl in the family runs ahead, nearly bouncing with excitement.

“Yeah. To think we’re missing out on the opportunity to get Double Bubble and gummy bears to spy on a guy who probably won’t even leave his apartment today,” Deeks responds, and she doesn’t need to look to know he’s grinning at her.

“What did you do to celebrate when you were a kid?” she asks. For as much as Deeks shares, she still doesn’t have much on his life prior to law school.

Deeks tilts his head. “Well, obviously when I was little, it was pretty chaotic. Dad would drink all morning and afternoon. Sometimes, he’d make a half-hearted attempt to grill and inevitably burn the food.”

“I’m sorry.” Every time she learns more about Gordon Brandel, Kensi is infinitely glad he doesn’t have a place in Deeks’ life anymore.

“Eh. It wasn’t all bad. Ray would slip me some snakes or firecrackers and we’d try to sneak off to light ‘em off.” Deeks grins at the memory of distant shenanigans.

“Later, it depended on if mama had to work. We tried to make it to a parade most years. One year, I even marched with the school band.”

“I thought you played the violin.” Kensi gives him a skeptical look.

“I stood in for a drummer who got sick,” he explains. “I was decent enough I could fake it for one performance.”

“Humble brag,” Kensi teases.

Deeks laughs with his head tipped back and shifts to face her while still keepingan eye out for their suspect.

“What about you? What did little Kensi Blye do on Independence Day?”

"When my parents were together, we did a lot of traditional stuff. Parades, sometimes a memorial service, and then we’d usually go to my mom’s family for dinner. After the divorce, it was usually just me and dad,” Kensi says with a wistful smile.

“I beg you guys had some great times together,” Deeks comments.

There’s a knowledge behind his words that would normally have Kensi pulling back. But she knows he gets it and will never use her past against her.

“Yeah, we did. Dad always tried to plan something fun and something educational. So, maybe a trip to the museum and fireworks at night. One year, we watched this weird historical reenactment. It was so bad, but also hilarious. Afterwards, we got ice cream and spent the whole time joking about it.” She nods. “Dad always knew how to make things fun.”

They’re silent for a few minutes, and then Deeks nudges her with the back of his hand. “Hey, if we get out early enough, you wanna catch a fireworks show? I can get a pretty good spot on the beach with an amazing view.”

“I’d like that,” Kensi says. “And maybe we can get ice cream afterwards.”

[densi-mber]

Shall We Dance?

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“Our suspect has a ballroom dance class tonight. I think that would be a fine time to plan a little encounter,” Hetty said, pausing a beat before turning to face the entire team spread around OPS. “Any takers?”

“I volunteer Kensi and Deeks,” Callen said before anyone else could speak up.

“What kind of ballroom dance?” Deeks asked.

“Uh, they’re currently focusing on the Tango,” Nell answered after consulting her tablet.

Deeks considered the information; it was far from the worst cover ever, even if he’d never danced the Paso Doble in his life. If Eric and Nell could get them into the class, he’d manage.

“I think it’s an excellent idea,” Hetty disagreed. “Miss Blye, Mr. Deeks, please prepare appropriately and plan to be at that class tonight.” With a definitive nod, she walked out.

“Well, this should be good,” Sam commented with a half grin.

“She can’t be serious,” Kensi said. “I am not dancing the Tango with Deeks.”

“Wow, that’s not hurtful, or anything.”

“Who else is going to do it?”

“What about Eric and Nell?”

“I would, but tap dance is more my style.” Eric shrugged apologetically.

As they headed downstairs, Deeks nudged Kensi’s shoulder. “Hey, are you telling me the great Special Agent Blye can’t fake her way through a dance class?”

“Oh.” Kensi huffed, clearly offended. “I can fake it, I’m worried about you. Do you even know Tango steps?”

“I’ve seen “Shall We Dance?”,” Deeks answered glibly.

“Oh my god,” she groaned.

“Come on, you guys had dancing lessons from Hetty a while ago,” Sam reminded them.

“Yes, one lesson. And it was interrupted.”

Deeks tilted his head, confused why Kensi was putting up such a huge fight. He’d understand it if she was outright mocking him, but this seemed different. He noted her crossed arms, her tense spine, and suddenly it struck him: she was nervous.

Hiding this new revelation, Deeks walked to the center of the bullpen, conscious of the others watching with varying levels of interest. He held out his hand invitingly.

“Ok, if you’re so worried about it, let’s practice right now,” he offered.

Kensi tried to laugh it off, looking to Nell, and then Sam for support. Nell just regarded her with an intrigued smile and Sam sighed,

“Just do it and get it over with.”

Reluctantly, Kensi joined him in the middle of room, hesitantly taking his left hand. Her hand slightly clammy in his, and she drew in a couple shallow breaths before settling her other hand on his shoulder in the proper dance hold.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispered. If it made her this uncomfortable, he wouldn’t force it.

Kensi tensed, but this time with indignation. “I’m fine,” she hissed back, settling her hand more firmly on his shoulder and leaning into him. Following her cue, he placed his hand on her back, suddenly feeling a little nervous himself.

He’d had exactly three Latin dance lessons in college, but he remembered enough of the basics to get by. Their first few steps were stilted and uncoordinated. After a few more cycles, they found a rhythm.

Leaning into her natural dancing abilities, Kensi followed his lead perfectly, playing into the push and pull, sliding her leg between his feet. He caught her eye and she grinned at him, her earlier anxiousness completely gone.

On the next revolution, he dipped Kensi back, one hand finding a place just below her hip as he supported her in mid-air. Her eyes met his again, the air charged around them, bodies pressed together.

Clearing his throat, Deeks abruptly lifted her back up, suddenly overheated and painfully aware of the silence.

“Ok,” Nell said. “That was…interesting.”

“Would you two like a minute?” Sam asked, a hint of warning and question under the joke.

Kensi hastily stepped away, brushing her hair back from her face. “No, we’re good.”

“Fantastic,” Deeks agreed.

“But we should probably practice a little more. You know, just so we’re ready for tonight.”

More practice might kill, but he nodded along, following Kensi as she made awkward gestures in the general direction of the gym.

It was perfectly normal to feel this way about your partner. Completely normal.

[ejzah]

A/N: Kensi knows Deeks a little too well. Set in late season 5 or early 6.

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I’d Recognize Those Shoulders Anywhere

Kensi walked in to work, Deeks next to her, chuckling at something he said. Sam and Callen were a step behind, in the middle of their own conversation. As they walked into the bullpen, Kensi immediately saw a dark-haired man standing between the desks.

“Who are you?” Kensi asked, placing her hand on her gun. Based on the shifting behind her, Deeks, Callen, and Sam had also taken up similar positions.

“Agent Weiss, FBI. I need to speak with Martin Deeks,” he said, briefly flipping his wallet open to show a badge and ID.

“I’m Detective Marty Deeks. I don’t normally get house calls from the FBI.”

“We have evidence that implicates you in a crime,” Weiss explained. “You’ll need to come with me.”

Deeks didn’t show any concern, sitting down and leaning back in his chair, but Kensi glared at Weiss.

“Just out of curiosity, what crime did I allegedly commit and what’s your evidence?” Deeks wondered.

“We believe you helped steal confidential information from a state building.” Taking out his phone, Weiss played a video, which showed a tall man with curly blonde hair, quickly leaving a building. The view primarily from the back and Kensi supposed the guy bore a vague resemblance to Deeks.

“Interesting,” Deeks commented.

“And how did you come to the conclusion Deeks is involved?” Sam asked.

“Our forensics team made a match based on several features.”

“That is not Deeks,” Kensi said confidently, having moved closer to examine the image in question. She was too focused on Weiss to see Deeks’ expression of surprise.

“How can you be so sure?” Weiss asked, dismissively.

“To begin with, Deeks is about two inches taller than that guy and his frame is also wider.”

“Agent Blye, I think our forensics team can determine this better with technology than you can with just your eyes,” Agent Weiss said a little snidely.

Kensi’s eyes narrowed and she grabbed her phone, scrolling for a few seconds before she roughly handed it to Weiss.

“Look. See the size of Deeks’ shoulders and arms? That’s from last week. No way Deeks suddenly lost that much muscle mass in that short amount of time,” Kensi told him and gestured to the stilled video on Weiss’ phone. When she was finished, she crossed her arms and nodded smugly.

“What is your relationship to Detective Deeks?” Weiss raised an eyebrow at her as he examined the picture, then looked up at Kensi.

“We’ve been partners for four years,” Deeks answered.

Callen coughed something under his breath that Kensi didn’t catch.

“It seems you’re close with him.” Weiss let the statement hang between them and Kensi bristled a little.

“Of course I am. We trust each other with our lives every day,” Kensi said firmly. “Now, do you need further proof or are you going to keep making ridiculous accusations?”

“You still haven’t given any factual proof that Detective Deeks wasn’t involved in this crime.”

“Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t me?” Deeks asked dryly.

“You look like someone who sells stolen tires on a street corner. So, no,” Weiss replied. His derisive tone made Kensi want to punch the guy.

“Alright, enough of this,” Callen cut in. “When did this theft occur?”

Weiss checked the phone.” Saturday at 3:04PM.”

“Oh, we were together all day,” Kensi said with a roll of her eyes. Weiss raised his eyebrows again and Deeks clarified,

“We were watching a suspect’s apartment. And on are internal communication system the whole time. I’m sure our technical specialists can get you confirmation of that information.”

Weiss didn’t look happy with this news. “Fine. I’ll expect it by the end of the day.” He jabbed a finger at Deeks. “Rest assured, if there is the smallest bit of time unaccounted for, I’ll be back.” With a final glare at Deeks, he collected his things and walked away.

“Bring coffee and donuts next time!” Deeks called after him.

“What an idiot,” Kensi summed up, sliding her phone into her pocket as she went back to her desk. She noticed Callen and Sam watching her. “What?”

“Lucky thing you happened to have a recent picture of Deeks on your phone,” he observed.

She stilled, feeling suddenly exposed. “Yeah, it was for an evidence thing.”

“Which required a full-body pose at the beach?”

Kensi’s cheeks flushed and she very deliberately did not look at Deeks. What could she say? They’d been having an easy day and gotten a little silly while waiting for Callen and Sam to show up. And Deeks had looked particularly good with the ocean and sun behind him.

“We needed the background,” Deeks explained quickly, loudly clearly his voice. “We should probably get that information for Weiss. You know, before he decides to come back because he doesn’t like my beard or something.”

Kensk stood up, gladly taking the excuse to escape. Callen chuckled under his breath, but she ignored him. There was nothing to see here.

[ejzah]

A/N: Thanks so much to @mashmaiden for once again reminding me about another Densi anniversary. Let’s celebrate 16 years of Kensi and Deeks with a little fic after their first case together.

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Written in the Stars

“What happened to Deeks?” Kensi wondered. She hadn’t seen him since they got back from the gym. Since Deeks didn’t have clearance to be at the mission, they’d met up at the boat shed instead.

“Aw look, she’s already worried about him,” Callen teased, sharing a conspiratorial look with Sam. “She just can’t escape those piercing blue eyes, can she?”

“Yeah, right. I thought maybe he got lost and fell off the pier.”

“He’s annoying, but not that stupid,” Callen observed.

“Heavy on the annoying,” Sam felt the need to point out.

“I saw him out back,” Eric told her helpfully.

“Thanks.”

“Remember, we can still see you,” Callen called after her.

Kensi held up her middle finger on the way out, knowing any other response would just fuel the jokes about her supposed crush. She absolutely did not have a crush on Marty Deeks.

After a little searching, she found him sitting between two boats, his legs hanging off the pier.

“Do I need to call for help?” she joked.

“As if I’d willingly jump in this water,” he replied without turning. If he was surprised she’d searched him out, he didn’t show it.

“Then what are you doing out here?” Kensi didn’t care about him, but she wasn’t heartless. It sucked to have your case hijacked by another agency.

“Being by the water is always a good thing.” He turned now and wrinkled his nose. “Even if the water is crappy.”

“Hey, don’t diss out pier,” Kensi joked. Another few seconds passed in which Kensi awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other before deciding to sit next to him. Deeks lifted an eyebrow, but didn’t anything. “Sorry we ruined your undercover job.”

“It’s fine. My boss will just complain about the waste of resources and call me waste of space.” He paused a beat. “Which is standard for Bates.

“He sounds…nice,” Kensi said uncertainly. After the near non-stop talking, the moments of silence felt odd.

“Oh, he’s bitter and hates my hair,” Deeks revealed, leaning back on his palms, and closed his eyes. “Nothing new there.”

“And I’ll bet that’s half the reason you do it.”

He grinned at that, the expression lighting up his face in a way that did something strange and inconvenient to Kensi’s chest. This time it didn’t have the sarcastic, biting edge to it.

“I never said that. It is an added perk.”

Kensi chuckled, leaning back to, soaking up the sun. Callen and Sam could probably see her out here if they tried. Which would only fuel their jokes.

“Thanks for coming out here,” Deeks said unexpectedly. “Checking on me.”

Any reservation Kensi had disappeared; she didn’t know Deeks and might never see him again, but right now he seemed to need the company. And sitting next to him wasn’t the worst possible thing in the world.

With a sigh, Deeks sat up and pushed himself to his feet.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to get back for that dressing down and I have my own reports to write up,” he responded. “But I can come visit if you want.”

“I think we already spent more than enough time together.”

“Oh really? Then why are you smiling?”

Kensi flushed, trying to wipe the traitorous grin off her face. Because she was not amused by Deeks and she didn’t like him. Not at all.

“That is so—you’re ridiculous. And I need to go inside. Good luck with your meeting thing,” she rambled, waving her hand vaguely.

“Uh-huh. See you later, Agent Blye!”

Kensi left him standing on the pier, grateful that she wouldn’t have deal with Marty Deeks and his silly blonde hair and ridiculously blue eyes and that inviting smile again.

[ejzah]

A/N: A small fic set in the early days of Kensi and Deeks.

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Books and Covers

“Have I mentioned how much I hate digging through dumpsters?” Deeks said, not expecting an answer. He brushed at his t-shirt, which was probably a lost cause at this point.

“Everyone has to do it at some point,” Kensi says with a smirk.

“Yet somehow it’s been me the last three times.”

“I swear you wouldn’t know hardship if it punched you in the face,” Kensi mutters, everything about the comment dismissive. She doesn’t see Deeks stop behind her because she’s busy stuffing something into her go-bag.

“You really think that, don’t you?” he says lightly. They don’t do serious yet. At least not often. Kensi set the tone with barbed comments intended to set him off balance and he fought back with humor and irreverence.

“Nothing I’ve seen so far has proven otherwise.” Kensi stands up, brushing her hands off on her jeans, apparently pleased with her lumpy duffel bag. At least it’s closed this time. “You don’t like camping, you whine about being in the desert, now the garbage can thing.” She ticks each point off on her fingers and then folds her arm across her chest. “Sounds pretty damn soft to me.”

Deeks chuckles; he’s not surprised at all. Kensi treats him better than Callen and Sam, but he doesn’t think she really respects him yet. She definitely views him as the weak one of the team.

“Then you don’t know me at all, Fern.”

“Oh really. Then enlighten me. What tough things had Marty Deeks experienced?” Kensi asks with that challenging demeanor she always seems to fall back on.

“I’ve spent months undercover with drug dealers, living in a crappy apartment,” he says, which earns him an eye roll.

“That doesn’t count, Deeks. It’s part of your job.” She pats him on the shoulder. “It’s ok. Not everyone can have a tragic backstory.”

Something about her derision gets to him more than usual this time and Deeks finds himself talking before his better sense can kick in.

“I may not know how to jump start a car or like to trek through the desert, because it’s horrible, but I uh, made it through what some would categorize as a really sucky adolescence. I don’t recommend switching schools halfway through seventh grade. But foreclosure will do that to you.”

“Is that true?” Kensi asks, looking vaguely unnerved, yet suspicious.

“That my middle school was awful? Yeah, my teachers liked this hair about as much as Sam,” Deeks replies flippantly.

“Deeks.” Kensi gives him a severe look. “Did you really lose your house when you were a kid?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’m just really good at telling stories.” He flashes Kensi a tight smile. “Either way, it’s probably a good idea not to judge people. You never know what kind of things they’re hiding.”

“Deeks, I—”

“And that’s Eric,” he interrupts, pulling his phone up and effectively ending the conversation.

***

A/N: I know Kensi also experienced a lot of hardships as a teenager, but early on, I think she completely dismissed Deeks. She seems completely surprised when he reveals small tidbits and then later when she finds out about his dad. I figure this takes place before 2x08 when Deeks tell Kensi a modified version of shooting his dad.

[ejzah]

A/N: A little dialogue drabble set before Kensi and Deeks are together.

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*Kensi is at the ER following a moderate injury*

Deeks, filling out Kensi’s intake paperwork: Reason for visit: I suppose maniac with a gun is probably not an accepted answer. Agent Blye was injured in the course of—

Nurse, appearing in front of him: Detective?

Deeks: Oh yeah, hey, what’s up?

Nurse: We have a small problem.

Deeks, instantly on alert: With Kensi? Is she ok?

Nurse, gently: She’s not in immediate danger. She just refuses to let us treat her.

Deeks, frowning: I know Kensi hates anything medical, but that’s unusual.

Nurse: Unless you come and hold her hand. Can you do that for her? She’s pretty insistent.

Deeks: Okay, yeah. Whatever you need. Let me just hand this in.

*they walk back to a small cubicle, where Kensi voice is audible*

Kensi: No, I’m not sitting down until you get him.

Deeks, walking in: Kensalina, you ok?

Kensi, immediately: Deeks! You’re here.

Deeks: Yeah, I heard you needed your emotional support partner. *he goes over and Kensi grabs his hand. Her other arm is in a sling and she has several cuts and bruises*

Kensi, leaning towards one of the nurses: He’s my partner. He has really blue eyes and is an amaaazing hugger.

Deeks: By chance did you give her a little pain medication?

Nurse: Yes. Just enough to get her through til the doctor comes.

Deeks, nodding: I see. Well, this is either going to be super entertaining or r3.ly awkward.

Kensi, leaning on his shoulder: My Deeks. But I’m not allowed to kiss him. *one of the nurses snorts and Kensi lifts her head, speaking in a stage whisper* You should ask him for a hug.

[ejzah]

A/N: Takes place during that period of time when Kensi and Deeks aren’t together yet, but are maybe making out a little bit.

***

Kensi, walking into the bullpen with Deeks: Ok, it was not that bad.

Deeks: It’s one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. I sat through this really terrible 90s version of Captain America, and even that was better than what eve that horror movie was.

Kensi, outraged: It’s a classic! *they’re too engrossed to give Callen and Sam more than a glance* Maybe it’s not a piece of cinematic art, but it’s not terrible.

Deeks, leaning towards her: Then maybe a rewatch is in order. You know, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

Sam, interrupting their flirting: I take it the latest movie night wasn’t a hit.

Kensi: Oh no, we weren’t together last night. Deeks just caught it on tv recently.

Callen: Uh-huh, well somebody got lucky last night.

Kensi, freezing for a second before she catches herself: What do you mean?

Sam, dryly: The bruise on Deeks’ jaw.

*Deeks doesn’t touch the spot but Kensi licks her lips, her cheeks flushing lightly*

Callen: It must have been a real good date. I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone, Deeks.

Deeks, slowly: Uh, yeah. It was a kind of spur of the moment thing. We’re not really seeing each other seriously. I mean, I like her a lot, but uh, the timing isn’t right.

Kensi, trying to hide her relief: Or maybe this mystery woman just came to her senses.

Deeks, raising an eyebrow at her: She didn’t seem to mind too much last night. I seem to remember her begging me to—

Kensi, quickly: Ok, we don’t need all the details. *she very deliberately walks away from Deeks* Can we talk about something else?

Callen to Sam: Do you ever feel like we’re living in a different reality from those two?

Sam: Every damn day.

[ejzah]

Any chance you or someone else could write a steamier version of the densi scene in Raven & the Swans if nell didn’t interrupt them and if sam and callen weren’t listening?

A/N: So, I’ll never turn down an opportunity to write Densi romance. However, I couldn’t completely ignore the reality of their situation. I also felt compelled to change the actual scene and dialogue a bit outside the prompt. With that in mind, I hope you still enjoy this.

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We’re Method

Kensi lets out a yelp of surprised laughter when Deeks tosses her onto the bed. They’d decided to play a pair of bickering newlyweds, but she hadn’t expected him to go this far. Especially when no one else was in the room.

Deeks apologizes, offering her a hand, then immediately swings her around, and back onto the bed. From there, it gets a little crazy. She pulls him down next to her, he flips her over, and they roll back and forth several times.

Somehow Kensi ends up with her thighs clamped around Deeks’ neck, holding him in place.

“How do you like that?” she asks, taunting him.

“I mean, I’ve been in worse positions,” Deeks observes in a slightly strained voice. It’s then that she realizes his proximity, and what this might look like if anyone were to walk in. She remembers they decided to go without comms for now. So no one is listening in, thankfully.

“If I die, it’s going to be really hard to explain to Hetty,” Deeks continues. “And HR.”

With every word, she feels the slight warmth of his breath through the thin material of her dress pants. It sends a more intense heat through her entire body. Despite his precarious position, he grins up at her, his smile mischievous, even delighted.

She wants him, she realizes. She’s spent so long denying any feelings and her attraction to him. Now he’s right there.

Ignoring the warning voice in her head, Kensi unwinds her legs, releasing Deeks, but before he can get up, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, dragging him towards her. She sees Deeks eye flash with surprise and he gets out a mostly unintelligible word before she presses her lips against his.

She lands a little off center and too hard and Deeks freezes, his lips still against hers. Just as she’s beginning to think she made a terrible mistake, Deeks moves. His hands cup the back of her head, drawing her closer, his lips parting over hers.

Kensi makes a keening noise she’d be embarrassed by in any other circumstance. At the moment, all she can think is that she should have done this so much sooner. Because kissing Deeks like this, without any pretense or fear is electric

Twining her leg around his hip in a desperate need to get closer, she curls her fingers in Deeks’ hair. Deeks pulls back with a gasp and his pupils are wide and lips already a little red and swollen.

“Are we gonna…?” he trails off, nodding between them.

In lieu of answering, Kensi runs the back of her fingers along his jaw, smiling up at him. Then slowly and deliberately leans in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss is more leisurely. She takes the time to explore his mouth and savor the taste of him.

Deeks grasps her waist, the heat of his palms emanating through her clothes, and suddenly she needs to feel as much of him as she can. She tugs at his jacket, stripping it off him, then attacks the buttons of his shirt. As soon as she has a few buttons undone, she smooths both palms over his chest, relishing in touching him without any restrictions.

Following her lead, Deeks pulls her shirt free of her pants while sucking a path along her neck. Kensi moans and arches into him, holding his head in place as he moves lower.

Bit by bit, they reveal more skin, their breath loud and sharp in the quiet room. Kensi’s just reaching for Deeks’ waistband when a sharp knock has them both jerking apart.

Deeks looks to the door, then back down at Kensi. “Damn,” he mutters. His hair hangs in his eyes and he looks perfectly messy.

The tiniest part of her wants to ignore the knocking, and pull Deeks back down to finish what they started.

“Rain check?” she says instead.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he whispers back, leaning down to drop a gentle kiss on her lips.

***

Thanks for the prompt!