Ignore the stupid headline, but does anyone know what event’s they may have been at?
Deeks + scarves - 2x11 + 5x16
Deeks + superstitions - 2x16, 5x07, 5x16
- Mercury’s in retrograde
- Groundhog prediction
Who do you think? =P
this girl right here is doing her happy dance!!!
hoping for a Densi&Monty scene
“Hello?” Kensi says, her mouth full of burrito as she answers the call.
“Hey princess,” Deeks replies, his usual charming self. “I’m on my way over, I’ve just gotta run a couple of errands first. Did you grab dinner?”
She tries to swallow down the food as quickly as possible. “Yeah. I’m walking home now.”
“You’re already eating, aren’t you?”
There’s a short silence.
“Okay, but just a little. I was starving. I’m sorry.”
He chuckles. “It’s fine, just as long as you don’t eat my food.”
“I won’t eat yours.” She takes another bite while tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear. “Where are you now?”
“The bank. I’m almost out of cash.”
“You’re broke? That’s disappointing.”
He laughs. “No, I’m out of cash. There’s a definite difference.”
“Good to know.” The phone almost slips out of her grip as she tries to take another bite. “Well I think I’m gonna let you go, because I’m about to drop something and I really don’t want it to be my burrito or my phone-“
He simply states her name, nothing else. His tone is solemn enough for Kensi to immediately slow down the pace at which she walks, her forehead creasing.
Deeks breathes heavily for a minute, and then- “Something’s wrong. Call the team. Call Eric. Call 911. I don’t know what to do, but just… do something, okay?”
Her stomach churns and she stops dead in her tracks. “Deeks! What the hell are you-“
A booming voice, echoing in the background, silences her immediately. “Everybody, down on the ground!”
Panic rolls in, pulling her under.
“Deeks, don’t let me off the line, okay? Don’t-“
“Drop all your phones!” the booming voice orders. “Right now!”
Deeks inhales sharply, but she never actually hears him lets the air out. Instead, he leaves her with a whisper.
“I love you.”
Her heart drops and for a split second Kensi wonders what she’ll do if that’s the last thing he ever says to her. If that’s all they get, right there.
Three little words, and then it’s over.
The line goes dead. Kensi spots the nearest trash can and dumps their food. Then, with shaking fingers, she presses the second number on her speed dial.
“Eric,” she says, her throat tightening. “I need you to run a trace on Deeks’ phone, and then call LAPD dispatch. It’s urgent.”
“Yeah, of course! What’s going on?”
Kensi picks up the pace and finds that breathing becomes increasingly more difficult with each passing step.
“I think my partner just became a hostage.”
“What’s your name?” he asks suddenly, two seats down from her at the bar. The stranger gives her a soft, unassuming smile and Kensi grins right back. She finds no reason not to.
He nods. “Pretty name.”
“Thanks. What’s yours?”
“Marty Deeks,” he replies. “But you can just call me Deeks. Everyone else does.”
Things are moving along rather quickly. She can’t force herself to be bothered by that fact.
OMG are there any Densi video with this song??
Be Still - The Fray
bc this song is speaks to the heart