Ncis los angeles love story

What if they were married before the show started? Deeks love story as the ncis los angeles love story of the team finds out about their marriage.

The episodes would still be the same but their dynamic and actions would alter around the fact they were secretly married. The other difference from canon would be that Kensi isn’t estranged from her mother and she knows about them. At this point, I’m not sure how far this will go into the series, but I’m game to keep going if people are game to read and I’m looking for feedback on how far readers are interested in reading. I did write about halfway through season one to make sure it makes sense before I started posting. That being said, if you have ideas you want to see, feel free to send them by review or PM and I’ll do my best to incorporate what I can. Lastly, as this story will be following the show closely at times, there could be spoilers for any aired episodes. I’m including the names of the episodes mentioned at the top of each chapter.

I’m just borrowing the characters for my own amusement. Kensi arrives home to a quiet apartment. The kitchen lights are off when she goes looking. She finds empty Chinese food containers on the counter which had been half full in the fridge when she had left for work that morning. She shakes her head, but leaves the containers where they are. She never has been one to tidy up and she’s not about to start now.

The hallway towards the back of the apartment is dark and quiet as she pads quietly towards the bedroom, turning on lights as she goes. The door is ajar and she pushes it open to find a sleeping form in the bed. The same sleeping form she had left there that morning. She pauses in the doorway to stare at the lump under the covers, debating what to do. The blankets are pulled up over his shoulders, but she can see messy, blonde hair poking out at the pillow.

There’s a towel on the floor by the side of the bed, so she knows he’s had a shower along with helping himself to her leftovers. She steps further into the room and he doesn’t stir. She pauses again, but only for a moment, before pulling off her pants and the blouse she had worn to work, leaving herself in only a tank top and underwear. She drops the discarded clothes unceremoniously onto the floor and shuffles over to the right side of the bed.

She lifts the blanket off the sleeping form and tucks herself into the bed. His body is warm and the whole space smells like him in a way it hasn’t in far too long. She tucks herself against his back and snakes an arm around his middle. She presses her nose into the space between his shoulder blades. He sighs and shifts to accommodate her tucked in behind him. She brushes her hand lightly back and forth along his chest and frowns at the prominence of his ribs.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come back to her a few pounds lighter, but this was more extreme than usual. He eventually mumbles into his pillow. She laughs and presses a kiss to his spine. He tenses and then rolls over to face her. His eyes are puffy and the entire right side of his face is red from being pressed down into his pillow for hours, and his normally messy hair is even worse than usual because he probably went back to bed right after his shower, but her heart still trips at the sight of him.