#marty deeks
I can’t say say that Mama B and Raymond having a love connection didn’t cross my mind last night. The pure chaos if Deeks and Sam became brothers in the end after how their relationship started.
The superior ncis universe couples
My Favorite TV Couples and Ships
Series 2/6
In order from left to right -
- Lucy Preston & Wyatt Logan (Timeless)
- Emma Swan & Killian “Hook” Jones (Once Upon a Time)
- Nikita Mears & Michael Bishop (Nikita)
- Zoe Hart & Wade Kinsella (Hart of Dixie)
- Kensi Blye & Marty Deeks (NCIS LA)
- Temperance “Bones” Brennan & Seeley Booth (Bones)
A/N: Just a silly little post-ep for the season 13 finale.
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Your Pain is Our Delight
“Thank you, by the way,” Deeks said, inclining his head towards Callen and Anna. He, Kensi, Rosa, Sam, and the soon-to-be-wedded couple were still sitting around the fire.
Fatima and Rountree were playing late night corn holes, while Kilbride had volunteered to take Arkady and Mr. Hanna home. Deeks could only imagine how that ride entailed. Especially since the last he’d seen, Arkady was serenading them all with a Russian version of “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall”.
“You’re welcome, but you already thanked us for the party,” Callen replied. “Of course we wanted to celebrate the newest member of this insane family.”
“Yes, we do appreciate the party, but I was actually talking about you proposing to Anna.”
“Why are you thanking him for that?” Anna asked, tiling her head suspiciously. “Did you have some kind of pool going?”
“No, of course not!” Kensi said immediately, resting her hand on Deeks’ forearm. “We would never bet on something so serious.”
“Again, no, but someone would have gotten a massive payout if we did,” Deeks commented. “Now that you guys are engaged, my mom won’t have the time or energy to bombard us with helpful parenting advice and try to move in.”
“Oh yeah, you have no idea how upset Roberta was that she couldn’t make it tonight,” Kensi spoke up.
“I thought you liked your mom,” Rosa said, leaning over to look at Deeks. She now looked concerned and he quickly shook his head.
“My mother is delightful. She’s also completely and certifiably crazy when it comes to births, and barring a birth, adoption, engagements, and weddings. And the occasional funeral.”
“Oh, yeah she is,” Sam chortled, drinking some beer with a half grin. “I’ll never forget her hitting on me before your wedding.”
“Me either,” Deeks commented with his nose crinkled up with disgust. Then he turned to Rosa and smiled reassuringly. “See, crazy. But she’ll adore you and you’ll love her when she isn’t driving you absolutely insane.”
“Ok, but getting back to our engagement,” Anna interrupted. “What exactly do you mean? What did she do for yours?” Her eyes were widened slightly with concern and something that Deeks recognized as the fast approaching desire to elope.
“Nothing,” Callen assured, rolling his eyes at the rest of them. “They’re just messing with you.” Sam chuckled again, dimples showing.
“Sure we are. Anna, you’ve seen Deeks’ mom with your dad. Imagine that energy applied to wedding planning.” He gestured to Kensi and Deeks. “That woman loves to plan a party, and heaven help you if you don’t include her.”
“I hope you like dress shopping,” Deeks said with a wide grin. “Because I see lots of taffeta in your future.”
“Actually, Roberta has really good taste when it comes to dresses. Although she does tend towards mermaid or princess styles.” Kensi turned to Anna. “Do you have a preference?”
“Um…”
“Ok, that’s enough,” Callen said with closest to sharp his voice ever came. “Stop trying to scare us with your mother. She is not taking over our wedding because we will be getting married where none of you can find us.”
“Oh, you’ll never hear the end of that,” Deeks said, grinning.
“And Arkady would kill us,” Anna said with a resigned sigh. “He loves weddings.”
“And open bars,” Sam added in an undertone.
“To the happy couple!” Deeks toasted, lifting his drink high in the air. There was a chorus of renewed cheering as Callen glared at them all.
I hope we see a super content and happy Deeks next season. Obviously we want some tense episodes and whump, but in general, I want him happy because they finally have the family he and Kensi wanted for so long.
A little angst and whump for @mashmaiden, in thanks for always helping me figure things out.
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Those Deep, Deep Scars
He’s not going to make it. All morning, Deeks has been trying to keep it together, but he’s quickly losing that battle. He’d forced through the debriefing in OPS, focusing on Kensi’s presence beside him, letting her voice and familiar scent ground him.
He’s not sure what set him off in the first place this time; maybe it was a sound, or a scent (must, motor oil, and expensive cologne are the most likely culprits). Honestly, at this point it doesn’t really matter. The majority of his attention is focused on ignoring the phantom sensation of pain radiating through his jaw and keeping any physical reactions hidden from Kensi and the witness they’re interviewing.
“Mrs. Hawthorne, do you know anyone who would have wanted to harm your husband?” he asks, voice a little more terse than normal. Inhaling deeply, Deeks stretches his neck. His collar feels too tight, constricting, his neck. He discreetly tugs top button to relieve some of the pressure. It doesn’t help though.
“—got along well with most people. I think everyone has a few enemies or someone they don’t get along with.” Mrs. Hawthorne answers. Deeks nods appropriately, even though he missed the first half of her answer.
“Were those enemies strong enough to want him dead?” Kensi asks.
“I mean, there was a colleague who—“
His skin prickles with an mixture of heat and cold. It comes in short flashes as flashes of things he never wants to remember flicker at the edge of his mind. He breathes out slowly again.
Something nudges his arm and he startles, arm jerking out defensively before his mind figures out that it’s Kensi and he’s been staring without saying anything for too long. Mrs. Hawthorne is staring at him with her head slightly tilted; he has no idea what she just said or how many questions have gone by.
“Um…” Deeks manages hoarsely. Thankfully, Kensi leans forward, covering for him. He doesn’t catch the odd look she flashes him.
“Now this may be a little difficult for you to look at, but do you recognize any of these men in these pictures?” Kensi pulls out three pictures of men with head and facial wounds.
Deeks’ eyes are drawn to the cut on one of the victim’s cheeks, blood staining his mouth and skin. His breath catches in his throat and he’s assaulted by the memory of being tied down, hands on his face, metal in his mouth, the taste of blood. Choking on blood. Endless screaming.
“‘Scuse me,” he gasps out. Somehow he manages to get out of the room and through the front door before he’s completely hyperventilating. Stumbling, Deeks’ back fetches up hard the house, fingers gripping futilely at the siding. He’s too far gone to notice the pain of impact or the heat of afternoon sun on his skin.
His dad fist connects with his chest, knocking his much smaller body off-balance. A bullet pierces Deeks’ chest. Kensi nearly dies in a fiery explosion.
Deeks desperately tries to focus on something tangible, anything, before Sidorov takes hold of him again.
“Deeks, are you alright?”
He jerks as Kensi touches his face, her hands shocking him out of the all-consuming flashback.
“Mm,” Deeks murmurs, nodding with his eyes clamped shut. He focuses on her voice as she says something else, just like he did in the garage. Even so, it’s still hard to breathe and he feels lightheaded, shaking like he’s been plunged into icy water.
“Ok, hey, just take a deep even breath. Count to five and then let it out,” Kensi instructs him. Nodding again, he does as she asks long enough that he doesn’t feel so much like he’ll pass out.
Slowly, Deeks opens his eyes, head still propped against the house as he stares directly into Kensi’s eyes. She looks completely freaked out.
“I’m alright,” he forces out, even though it’s so far from the truth.
“What happened?” Her brows furrow as she cups his cheeks, thumbs absently brushing the line of his jaw.
The, uh, it was the, um, the pictures.” Even saying the word makes another shudder through him. “Mouth wounds caught me off-guard. I’ll be fine.”
“Oh my god, Deeks. If I’d known—”
“It’s not your fault,” he interrupts quickly. “I just need another minute and then I’ll be good to finish.”
“Deeks, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kensi says hesitantly, her concern almost undoing him. Pulling on the ragged edges of his control, he forces himself upright.
“Kensi, I appreciate you looking out for me, but if you don’t mind I’d really want to forget the last 10 minutes.” His words come out a little more harshly than he intended. Kensi’s hand falls away, hurt coloring her features for a second before she hides it away with the iron control she’s famous for.
“Ok,” she agrees. “I’ll see you inside.”
It’s only when she’s safely inside again that he lets himself go slack again.
