There’s Just Something About

by Kadiedid | November 5, 2013 | Fan Fiction | wikiDeeks.com

She was worried about him. He'd had a really crappy week and today would be the worst of all. She looked at her watch again then glanced at his empty chair.

"He'll be okay, Kens," Callen said after he had observed her checking her watch for the hundredth time. "I know. He was just so quiet before he left. I guess I'm not used to that," she offered lamely. "He gets that way when he's really upset or worried," Sam commented as he tapped the keys on his laptop. She smiled and looked over at him. "Oh, and you know this how?" she asked with a grin. Sam sighed then reluctantly answered, "When you were out tracking down Clairmont, he was really quiet most of the time. If it didn't have anything to do with helping you, he wasn't talking. It was really creepy." Callen laughed and said, "Creepy? I remember you mentioning how quiet it was around here that day." "It was quiet. But also creepy. And if you tell him I said that, I'll have to hurt you." Kensi smiled but said nothing. She already knew what made him quiet. It didn't happen often, but she was hyper aware when it did. She again looked at her watch. The funeral should be starting in just a few minutes. Deeks stood at attention in the cemetery in the middle of the one hundred plus member police honor guard for Detective Richard (Rickey) Giles. Rickey had graduated from the academy with Deeks and they had been good friends over the years. They had been partnered up for a short time but when Deeks was tapped for an undercover operation that had ended with the desired results, he had been hooked.  He made Detective before Rickey but his friend had followed soon after. Rickey wasn't into undercover missions. His specialty was getting people to talk. He didn't use force or threats. He was just generally likeable which caused witnesses and even suspects to open up to him freely most of the time. Everyone liked Rickey. He stood in the ranks in his dress uniform and waited for the service to begin. His mind wandered to Rickey and the last time they had talked. It had been a couple of months ago and he was saddened by the revelation. 'Why had he not been in touch with him recently?' There were lots of lame excuses but none of them were truly valid. He should have made the effort. Now it was too late. The regret is what bothered him the most. He shouldn't have waited so long to call and see how he was doing. That's what friends do. It's what he should have done. How many more regrets would there be in his lifetime? How many others had he lost touch with because it was 'inconvenient' to call? Later, as the casket was slowly lowered into the ground and the silent salutes were given by his colleagues, Deeks made a promise to himself. There would be no more regrets.

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Kensi knew the funeral was probably over by now. She alternated between checking her watch and looking toward the entrance hoping he would come back to the office. The later it got the more worried she became. She had considered sending him a text message asking if everything was okay but had talked herself out of it. If he wanted to talk, he would call.

As she was once more contemplating whether she should send him a text message, she heard footsteps coming from the entrance. The loud clicking sound was unfamiliar and she looked up expecting to see one of the staffers.

What she saw took her breath away.

There, standing in the entrance to the bullpen was Deeks, in his dress uniform complete with hat and all the adornments. She couldn’t breathe and all she could do was stare.

He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful.

His hair was pulled back and tucked up under his hat and his scruff had been shaved really short. The late afternoon sun filtered in through the high windows and flashed brightly off his medals and silver nametag.

Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry as she continued to stare.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

She tried to find her voice but nothing came out.

“Kens?”

She swallowed hard and finally rasped, “I’m fine… how are you?”

“Okay, I guess,” he said as he walked toward her.

She stood but continued to stare as he drew closer. His detective rank insignia stood out on his sleeves and she was surprised at the number of medals and bars pinned neatly to his jacket.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly.

She shook her head as if to rid herself of unwanted thoughts and replied, “I’m good. How did it go?”

He sighed and pulled off his hat then shook his hair out to its usual state.

“It was a nice service. Just really sad. He was way too young.”

“Did he have a family?”

“Yeah, a wife and two year old boy. Looks just like him.”

“I’m really sorry Deeks,” she said softly.

He moved to sit on the edge of her desk but was really quiet. The silence stretched on for a couple of minutes as he fiddled with his hat. He finally turned to her and asked, “What would you say is your biggest regret? I mean, actual things you wish you had done differently.”

“I have lots of regrets Deeks,” she said swallowing hard. “But the biggest one was telling my father I hated him for not letting me go see that stupid movie with my friends. I found out the next morning he had been killed.” She finally dropped her gaze from him to the floor.

He stood and laid his hat on her desk then walked closer to her. “I’m so sorry, Kens,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds.”

She mentally brushed away the memory and looked back up. The look of concern in his crystal blue eyes again caused her heart to flutter.

“What about you? What’s your biggest regret?” she managed to ask.

He looked away and let out a short, hollow laugh. “There are too many to mention. And I add to the list every day.”

“How?” she asked confused.

“I regret not calling Rickey at some point in the last two months. I regret shooting my father even though I know the bastard deserved it. I regret a lot of the things I’ve had to do while undercover and I regret…” He stopped himself from finishing the sentence.

“Regret what Deeks?”

He looked down at the ground and didn’t reply.  After a brief pause he asked, “Why don’t I go home and change then meet you at your place?”

“No!” she blurted out without thinking.

“You don’t want me to come over?” he asked with a hurt look on his face.

“No, I mean yes… I want you to come over but…”

“But what?” he asked frowning.

She smiled and stuttered, “Don’t… don’t change your clothes.”

His grin grew wide. “I thought you said uniforms were overrated,” he said with a smirk.

A bright blush crept up her neck and face as she tried to look away.

“It’s okay, I get it. If I had known this would turn you on, I would have worn it months ago,” he teased.

She laughed and punched him in the arm.  Back to normal.

“Let’s get out of here, he said.” They gathered their things and he glanced around; thankful no one was watching them. He put his arm across her shoulders as they walked to their cars, teasing and arguing with each other.

Hetty sat quietly in her hidden secret room and watched them leave on one of the many video feeds she monitored daily. She sipped her tea with a huge smile on her face and said to herself, “There’s just something about a man in uniform.”

If you want to find out more about what it was like for Deeks as an LAPD police detective, stop by on Thursday for an in depth account by Phillydi.