What are you doing to me, Deeks?
Gunfire is the sweetest sound she’s heard in days.
She sees him soon after the bells ring out, briefly. He brushes past her.
Callen’s heat is next to her, and when Sam asks if she’s okay, she surprises herself because Deeks’s name isn’t on her lips. Instead somebody foreign to her cries out, “No.” Callen orders her onto the chopper. He touches her back.
Deeks is talking to Jack, and she reads their lips. Her partner thanks the man that left her forever ago and wishes him well. She wonders, albeit a brief thought, how Jack and Deeks would’ve interacted with each other had the circumstances of their introduction been different.
Deeks: What’s wrong?
Kensi: You know if we do this this changes everything.
Deeks: So what do you want to do?
Kensi: I don’t want to have to choose.
Deeks: Then don’t, then don’t choose. We don’t choose.
Kensi: No, that’s not how it works. What do you think’s going to happen?
Deeks: I don’t know. I don’t care.
Kensi: What are you doing to me, Deeks?
Deeks: Falling in love with you.
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SPOILS OF WAR
"We’re going home."
FOLLOW-UP OF THE KISS
“You’re not getting this anyplace else, mama.”
End of Drive/The Frozen Lake/Raccoons Mate 4 Lyfe Scene
She’d never seen him so angry. Or frustrated. Or sad.
She wondered what he was seeing when he looked at her. His partner, or a stranger? The independent, steadfast woman that had left him or a pitiful victim?
"Deeks." She was trying not to cry with everything she had in her. She’d cried enough the past few days. It was time to recede into the person that Deeks had known before. And that woman didn’t cry. Not really.
He kneeled next to her. The look in his blue eyes was enough to move her to tears. Still she fought against the liquid that burned the back of her eyes, somehow managing to keep the tears at bay. “Kens…” His hand ghosted over her hairline before falling to her jaw, cupping the side of her face that wasn’t black and blue. With his touch accompanied memories of the last night they’d spent together, those very hands exploring her body, those fingers entwined with hers as they kissed, the callouses contrasted against the softness of his caresses. “Did he do this to you?”
"My partner is the person I care about most on this planet."