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Shirtless: An NCISLA Post-Ep FanFic (S6E2)

Inelegant Heart

“Give me your shirt.”


“Deeks. Give me your shirt.”



“This is my favorite shirt, Kens,” he said defiantly. “No way I want dead guy
juice on it.”

“I’ll have it cleaned,” she said, getting exasperated now.

“No! You can’t get rid of ghost…”

“What? Really Deeks?” Laughing a little at his peculiar reasoning. “You think
this guy will haunt your shirt?”

“Maybe,” he said, rubbing his hand over the black tee shirt.

Kensi had to admit he did look incredible in that particular black shirt. The
neckline revealed the base of his throat and her eyes rested there as she
struggled to find a way to convince him to give up his shirt. Then she began to smile and walked slowly around the dead guy as he lay forever silent on the cold metal pallet. She saw her partner’s eyes change color slightly and his face took on a look of suspicion as he began to back away from her.

“What are you doing?” He asked warily, looking around to discover she had backed him into a corner.

She stepped up close to him and reached up to release her ponytail, her dark
hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. He swallowed hard and a shy grin spread across his face as she rested her hand just above his heart, stepping closer as her own smile grew.

“You’re trying to seduce me,” huffing out a nervous laugh she found very sexy at the moment.

“What gave me away?” She whispered as her other hand slipped under the hem of the black tee and brushed across the muscles of his abdomen.

She felt him flinch and suck in a small breath, his eyes turbulent now with a
longing she was coming to recognize. Taking a small step forward, her knee
connected with the inside of his leg, and her heart began to pump a little
faster. Her eyes went once again to the hollow at the base of his throat and she had trouble keeping her objective in mind. She felt his hands slide up her arms and she shut her eyes briefly as her body flushed at his touch. She had both hands under his shirt now, her fingers moving lightly over the taut muscles of his chest. She could feel the warmth of his breath in her hair as he whispered her name, cautioning her about where they were and who might walk in on them, his nervous energy rippling through his body.

She pushed his shirt up, exposing his tan chest and she heard him moan softly as her mouth closed over his left nipple, her tongue moving back and forth as her hands gripped the dark fabric of the tee shirt. His long fingers were entangled in her hair as she pressed him against the wall, and he gently pulled her head up, his warm lips closing over hers, leaving her breathless at the powerful emotions that engulfed her. When his mouth released hers, she felt immediately sorry, her whole body tingling.

“This what you wanted?” he breathed out as he lifting the shirt over his head
and stood bare chested in front of her, the muscles of his forearm flexing as he offered her the shirt.

“I thought it was.”

“What else do you want?”

“Your pants?”

“Seriously?” His laugh echoing off the metal walls of the morgue.

“Maybe later?”

“Sounds promising,” he whispered, pulling her to him and kissing her softly
before she took the shirt and stepped away, both reluctantly returning to the
job they’d been given.


Lindy D.(Sweet Lu) is a contributor at
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About Lindy D. (61 Articles)
I write Fan Fiction under the name Sweet Lu. I am a former graphic designer and live in Northern California with my husband and a Cocker Spaniel named Gracie. I love the character Marty Deeks, love writing about him and love watching ECO bring him to life.

11 Comments on Shirtless: An NCISLA Post-Ep FanFic (S6E2)

  1. HAHA! Of course “Sweet Lu” would immediately write the outcome so many fans were clamoring for. Lindy, you naughty girl! LOL! Didn’t Deeks seem nervously shy to you this time? Surely he simply changed shirts via his go-bag at the car, while Kensi questioned people inside, right? 😉


    • martinkeeks // October 8, 2014 at 2:08 AM // Reply

      If that was the case … He would have taken his “less prefered” shirt from the go-bag for the dead guy and not the one he was wearing …
      But it definitively looked like his “prefered black shirt” on the dead body … so she got him shirtless, only question is how? 😉


  2. Oh my goodness Lindy!!
    I didn’t allow myself to read the new posts until I finished a gigantic paper for my philosophy course. Well – wasn’t that a nice little bit of fanfic candy as a reward when I was done?! Thank you!


  3. You are my hero, lady. Awesome. 😀


  4. Love it. Thank you for writing! Can you work in a similar story out of every episode? 😉


  5. Thanks for all the kind words. Glad I could make you all laugh a bit and fill in the missing end to that scene. I vote for Deeks wearing that black tee shirt again…and again.


  6. Wow! That’s awesome! Thank you so much! Maybe this scene will be a “deleted scenes” in the bonus of S6’s DVD next year!!!!


  7. First; you wikiDeeks writers are really talented! I enjoy your stories, journals, etc. all of it and, I thank you for taking the time to entertain us. This scene, for me, however was PERFECT. I loved the banter in this scene and then to cut to show a picture with the “dead guy” wearing the shirt I thought was really funny! Left us wondering didn’t it — brilliant! (IMO) 😉


  8. You did it! Brilliant!! 😄. When the scene flashed to the dead guy wearing Deeks’s shirt, I did think, OMG, Kensi charmed him out of his shirt! I just hadn’t gotten to the part as to how yet. So your take is absolutely delightful and very believable as to what took place behind the scenes. Love this!


  9. I think I need to start reading more Fan Fic………love it!


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